Outta Love ft. Ty da goat Lyrics

Running out of patience

Girl, I'm running out of love

Running out of patience

Man, I'm running out of love

I ain't really had no love

Lil' baby I'm a thug

Yeah I'm running out of patience

Man, I'm running out of love

Yeah I'm running out of patience

Yeah I'm running out of love

How you say you posed to heal me

But you hit me with that slug?

It's okay I roll these nugs

Yeah lil' bitch I take these drugs

Bitch don't ask me for no hugs

Baby this that thug love

Bitch I'm Running, Running, Running, Running

Running out of love

Bitch I'm Running, Running, Running, Running

Running out of patience

I don't got no fucking time for the miscommunication

And fuck what future said

I don't got the time for waiting

Yeah baby I still love you

Bitch don't get that mistaken

And if you I ain't coming back

No I ain't waiting

Yeah, real alpha nigga

Yeah, you know I got my weight in

Yeah, lil pussy niggas talkin shit

And then we sprayed em

Yeah, lil pussy niggas talkin shit

And then we sprayed em

Lil beta niggas hatin on Lil Heem

You know they hating

Lil shorty posted

She a lil demon like she satan

Gave her dick one time

Then she said Lil Heem I'm staying!

Yeah I'm Running out of patience

Man, running out of love

Running out of patience

Man, I'm running out of love

Running out of patience

Man, I'm running out of love

Running out of patience

Man, I'm running out of love

Running out of love

Running out of lungs

Keep them sticks up round my corner

Can't run out of drums

All you lil niggas my sons

Too bad I can't give you none

Lil boy get up off yo ass

And go chase the munyuns

Betting on my success

Them boys lost & I won

Bitch I don't give a fuck

Bitch you know it's 31

I'm better than your favorite rapper

And I know that's facts

Don't give a fuck about the industry

Don't care about them stats

Bitch I'm Running, Running, Running, Running

Running out of love

Running, Running, Running, Running

Running out of love

Bitch we gunning, gunning, gunning, gunning

Get hit with these slugs

We gon' catch the opp

And hunt em down

Turn em to a nug

We gon walk that nigga down

Bitch imma wipe your nose

Only focused bout that money

Can't be stressing bout no hoe

Keep that Glock up on my body

If you test me it's gon' blow

And I'm running out of patience

Guess it's time to let you go

Got these diamonds on my neck and wrist it got a Nigga froze

All these niggas really lacking

but I always keep a pole

And that Nigga really pussy

Why the fuck he talking bold?

Smoke some za I'm out my body

Bitch I'm really in my mode

Got that blicky, blicky on me

Yeah pull up with a scope

Put my trust in a hoe

And she left me with no hope

Aiming right between his pupils

Yeah I'm aiming at his nose

Yeah, pure face shots

We ain't aiming for no toes

And I really came from nothing

Went to school with thrift clothes

Yeah, I really came from nothing

Now I'm gettin all these hoes

I was selling all the za

Bitch I had it for the low

I was posted by the Texaco I had my own store