Lyrics

[Intro] Ay, ay Yeah, look, hey‌ ‌ ‌ [Verse 1] See‌ ‌'em‌ ‌leachin' ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌energy‌ ‌ I‌ ‌ain't‌ ‌worried,‌ ‌give‌ ‌a‌ ‌fuck‌ ‌about‌ ‌the‌ ‌enemy‌ ‌ Beat‌ ‌his‌ ‌ass,‌ ‌got‌ ‌'em‌ ‌thinkin' ‌there ‌was‌ ‌ten‌ ‌of‌ ‌me‌ ‌ That's‌ ‌why‌ ‌tonight‌ ‌I'm‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌weed,‌ ‌not‌ ‌the‌ ‌Hennessy‌ ‌ Niggas‌ ‌lyin' ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌tell‌ ‌you ‌how‌ ‌it‌ ‌really‌ ‌be‌ ‌ Droppin' ‌game‌ ‌I‌ ‌could‌ ‌sprinkle‌ ‌for ‌infinity‌ ‌ I'm‌ ‌the‌ ‌player‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌year‌ ‌if‌ ‌I‌ ‌do‌ ‌say‌ ‌ 'Cause‌ ‌I‌ ‌treat‌ ‌a‌ ‌Saturday‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌Tuesday‌ ‌ Came‌ ‌thru‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌sauce‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌soul‌ ‌food‌ ‌ Eat‌ ‌good,‌ ‌smoke‌ ‌great,‌ ‌that's‌ ‌a‌ ‌whole‌ ‌mood‌ ‌ See‌ ‌'еm‌ ‌hatin' ‌but‌ ‌I'm‌ ‌workin' ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌own‌ ‌mood‌ ‌ Save‌ ‌a‌ ‌lot‌ ‌but‌ ‌I'm‌ ‌shoppin' ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌whole‌ ‌foods‌ ‌ Wholе‌ ‌time,‌ ‌half‌ ‌time‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌smoke‌ ‌break‌ ‌ Intermission‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌mission‌ ‌for ‌the‌ ‌long‌ ‌cake‌ ‌ Laced‌ ‌up,‌ ‌rope‌ ‌chain ‌got‌ ‌my‌ ‌tongue-tied ‌ Top-down,‌ ‌titties‌ ‌out,‌ ‌let‌ ‌'em‌ ‌sundry ‌ I'm‌ ‌that‌ ‌nigga‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌said‌ ‌it‌ ‌'fore ‌I‌ ‌had‌ ‌proof‌ ‌ Can't‌ ‌believe‌ ‌it‌ ‌'til‌ ‌they‌ ‌see‌ ‌it,‌ ‌that's‌ ‌the‌ ‌sad‌ ‌truth‌ ‌ ‌ [Chorus] Ay,‌ ‌I‌ ‌be‌ ‌outta‌ ‌town,‌ ‌outta‌ ‌time,‌ ‌outta‌ ‌blunt‌ ‌wraps‌ ‌(Outta time, outta blunt wraps, ay) You‌ ‌be‌ ‌outta‌ ‌line,‌ ‌outta ‌bounds,‌ ‌outta‌ ‌comebacks‌ ‌(Outta bounds, outta comebacks, oh, yessir) I‌ ‌be‌ ‌outta ‌town‌, outta time‌, ‌where‌ ‌the‌ ‌thugs‌ ‌at‌? ‌(Outta time, where the thugs at? Yeah) You‌ ‌be‌ ‌tellin' ‌lies‌ ‌in‌ ‌your ‌rhymes‌, ‌where‌ ‌your ‌funds‌ ‌at‌? (In your rhymes, where your funds at-ay) Ay ‌ [Verse 2] Mailbox‌ ‌money‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌real‌ ‌name‌ ‌ Niggas‌ ‌thirty ‌years‌ ‌old‌ ‌and‌ ‌they‌ ‌still‌ ‌lame‌ ‌ Tryna‌ ‌kick‌ ‌it‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌H‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌field‌ ‌goal‌ ‌ Touch‌ ‌down‌ ‌with‌ ‌finesse,‌ ‌that's‌ ‌a‌ ‌heel-toe‌ ‌ Look,‌ ‌fuck‌ ‌what‌ ‌you‌ ‌thought,‌ ‌nigga‌, ‌think‌ ‌better‌ ‌ Sundress,‌ ‌no‌ ‌drawls,‌ ‌got‌ ‌the‌ ‌seat‌ ‌wetter‌ ‌ Got‌ ‌my‌ ‌suede‌ ‌jumpsuit‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌windchill‌ ‌ Hot‌ ‌girl‌ ‌but‌ ‌she‌ ‌blowin' ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌windmill‌ ‌ Truly‌ ‌I‌ ‌ain't‌ ‌gotta‌ ‌flex‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌routine‌ ‌ Too‌ ‌clean‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌plate‌ ‌full‌ ‌of‌ ‌poutine‌ ‌ Nigga‌ ‌worryin' ‌'bout‌ ‌me can't‌ ‌help‌ ‌you‌ ‌ Way‌ ‌better‌ ‌when‌ ‌it's‌ ‌heard‌ ‌and‌ ‌it's‌ ‌felt‌ ‌too‌ ‌ Get‌ ‌my‌ ‌weed‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌west,‌ ‌gold‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌south‌ ‌ Show‌ ‌'em‌ ‌how‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌them‌ ‌triple‌ ‌o's‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌couch‌ ‌ Nigga‌ ‌countin' ‌on‌ ‌luck‌ ‌ain't‌ ‌a‌ ‌life‌ ‌plan‌ ‌ I'ma‌ ‌have‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌laugh‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌life‌ ‌span‌ ‌ ‌ [Chorus] Ay,‌ ‌I‌ ‌be‌ ‌outta‌ ‌town,‌ ‌outta‌ ‌time,‌ ‌outta‌ ‌blunt‌ ‌wraps‌ ‌(Outta time, outta blunt wraps, ay) You‌ ‌be‌ ‌outta‌ ‌line,‌ ‌outta ‌bounds,‌ ‌outta‌ ‌comebacks‌ ‌(Outta bounds, outta comebacks, oh, yessir) I‌ ‌be‌ ‌outta ‌town‌, outta time‌, ‌where‌ ‌the‌ ‌thugs‌ ‌at‌? ‌(Outta time, where the thugs at? Yeah) You‌ ‌be‌ ‌tellin' ‌lies‌ ‌in‌ ‌your ‌rhymes‌, ‌where‌ ‌your ‌funds‌ ‌at‌? (In your rhymes, where your funds-ay)