Outro Lyrics

Bitch, I thought I told ya I'm a Last Laugh soldier

Came off them pills, but I still smoke and pass that doja

Thought I was on empty with all the gas that's rolled up

Fat stash holder, try to stack the cash that can't fold up

Hold up, I'm the anti-hero, tryna add some zeros

To my bank account, I think I'm bout to go De Niro

I've been dealing with this disease, they ain't got no cure fo

Give it to em raw and uncut just like some pure blow

Every verse is a kilo

I won't murder you, I just kill your ego

I'm a trip just like DMT ho

Let me tell you about how far we go

Til we paid, give me leeway on the freeway, no ain't shit free ho

Flow hot, I'm a robot, I'm Terminator, you C-3PO

Knock, knock, on your door, then pop, pop, through your peep hole

Whole gang at it non-stop even when I'm solo bitch I am still so deep ho

Deep as my sleep after I'm smoking three O's

They like, you gotta be joking me, bro

Yeah bitch, I'm cool as fuck

I'm broke now, but I ain't stopping till I'm swimming in the pool of bucks

While they talking about, come get your mula up

With their fake ice, they either don't give a fuck or their jeweler sucks

It's R A Y to the M O

I've been doing this since middle school, I was passing out demos

If you ain't get the fucking memo

You ain't heard of me. Well, I'm a fucking hidden gem, ho

I'm moving mountains, y'all still on an ant hill

Every time I'm on stage, they can't even stand still

Listen, I might drop dead, bitch, I am that damn ill

Slow flow, so cold, get goosebumps, I am that chill

I'm cooked coke, and they say that crack kills

Fuck her from behind and ask her how that back feel

Here's an Advil, let the gat spill brains and splat grills

Name a motherfucker that's real as this that you cats feel

Give me that juice, fuck that clout

Give me that money, then I'm out

Got that drip like a broken spout

I'm gon' get it without a doubt

I'll be stacking while they pout

Smoke fat joints, look like they got gout

Got that dope, man, give me a shout

I serve it up quick like In-N-Out

Even in the drought, I got more green than the farm

I want all the smoke, bitch, set off the alarm

Your bitch on my dick, well, then it must be the charm

And I ain't talkin about a necklace, got no Rollie on my arm