RetcH — Wildin Out FR

[Verse 1] 19, was in the club, I was servin' in the VIP Parked up in front the church, caught the service from the whip Shit, was gettin' closer to the Lord from out the foreign Huh, I might be tourin', but I got through joints for the Jordan 6 rings all VV, the bitches from the TV, they be right here, nigga, 3D Know that was your homie, but we had to knock your man off And applause made the song, we done been went and ran off Had work inside the roof and we had pistols in the Jansport Bitches sendin' pictures, I just send 'em to the airport Hey, baby, send that pussy through the air for me The way she slurp me up be feelin' like she care for me Ha, but I know better, most these bitches for the temporary We love a thottie? That'll be the month of Nevruary Cartier, I heard you say that boy a visionary If it was love, then why I never get a visit, Bailey Live, tote them trizzys, it had really hit me It be the niggas in your pictures tryna put you 6 feet Take 'em back to the days trappin' off the 6 speed I might go Diddy on the Jack like, nigga, what the lick read [Chorus] Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em And I ain't tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha 'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros The times I'll never get again, I down a cup to feel again [Verse 2] Most my enemies be niggas I ain't never heard of I only bought this bitch a purse so I could tuck the burner He got us talkin' like what they like do not concern us I buy your murders the same way I buy a burger Bunch of far rice, festival was on you niggas I let you know right in your face if I don't rock with niggas I done had the tré shots that had to box with niggas I used to have a lot of friends, I had to drop some niggas They ain't gon' tell you, but the truth's I did a lot for niggas Knife in my back, you sure don't pat is what I got from niggas I'm pussy divin' with the nigga that done shot them niggas The pussy fire but I love it when she top a nigga Audi R8, bustin' down some posse niggas You can get cut like Jimmy Brooks, we Jimmy Hoffin' niggas Phone so poppin' that I dead be sendin' "stops" to niggas I knew your mother back when she used to cop it, nigga [Chorus] Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em And I ain't tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha 'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros The times I'll never get again, I down a cup to feel again