Mrs. Out (Sped Up) Lyrics

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen

Nigga, shut the fuck up

Talk too much and you get done up

Your shawty told me you're a runner

I'm gon' do you like Jeff Dunham

You gon' do whatever I tell you

Whatever I say you do it

I'ma play your ass foolish

I do niggas dirty like I'm paid to do it (Ugh)

I'll do it if I say I'll do it

What y'all gon' do if I play and do it? (Ugh)

He knows them plays, I made the blueprint

But he's gon' say he hates my music

Niggas faking, ain't influence shit

You ain't make me do shit, you're a bitch

You're a fan like A/C cooling systems

AK Russian, made him to a blitz

Wipe his nose like he's a German

Fucked his bitch, keep him a virgin

Keep it mobile, keep it swerving

Nigga tweeting crazy like "no bars"

Airplane mode, see you in person

I'm a shark, these niggas lurking

On IG stories eating urchin

I praise God and sing the sermon

I'm too clean, who need detergent?

I got bored and took my bitch out

I got bored and iced my wrist out

Sent the text so she won't miss out

She get bored and pull my dick out

I got bored and fleeced the clique out

I tried to show the hoe your music

She was quick to go and click out

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, (Aah!)

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh (Aah!)

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh (Aah!)

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh (Aah!)