Out Of Love Lyrics

She say why you so stuck up baby girl I done ran out of love

Tell my shooter spin he don't miss bitch you done

You can run & jump the fence we like running shit down for fun

Yea this world cold keep your head on no I ain't trusting nothing

Now it's time for to go drill

look in my eyes & keep it real

Before you hop in is you gon disappear or staying here

Before I lane switch

best believe that I'm looking in my rearview

And a glock sitting on my hip

them bodies piling in that field

they test me I'll hate to be them

They must don't know what I'll do

Picture the beat as gum get in the booth & I just chew

Got them like who youngin is that nigha the truth

Mama say she give no fucks you bet not let them play with you

She say why you so stuck up baby girl I done ran out of love

Tell my shooter spin he don't miss bitch you done

You can run & jump the fence we like running shit down for fun

Yea this world cold keep your head on no I ain't trusting nothing

No I can't trust shit

When I was on my dick walk through the rain ain't have a pot to piss

Say they wanna see you win but constantly they bring you down

If I gotta coach you on being real then I don't need you around

Where I'm from they play to win keep a Glock with a blrddd on it

Where I'm from watch your kin be the ones to push up on you

Gotta stand on all ten that love be fake that shit be phony

Cut the grass watch for the snakes no I can't let them creep up on me

Behind that smile it's really hate call that a anaconda

Smoke woods to the how I meditate cause from pain I been suffering

Pass me by then call my phone & you ask me for something

If it ain't about money you could change the subject

Not trynna be rude I'm on a mission trynna accomplish something

Can't take me for them dudes ima different breed baby

Nigga tried to run off you know me and gang chased em bullets gone erase em

Once them bitches enter them bitches gone poke em like a razor it ain't no surviving stand over him and face em

She say why you so stuck up baby girl I done ran out of love

Tell my shooter spin he don't miss bitch you done

You can run & jump the fence we like running shit down for fun

Yea this world cold keep your head on no I ain't trusting nothing