Out da Lobby - Retch

Outside selling work, no cell phone

Fiends running up, face well known, nigga

Just popped bail for a strap charge

50k, no ten percent, wasn’t that hard

Fucked up part, think he planted that

Raided the trap, ain’t find shit, niggas couldn’t handle that

We gon' get the shit thrown out

Leave the courthouse in the Uber, getting domed out

Two Styros got me zoned out

Your favorite 'gram thot getting boned out

Would prefer if I drowned in some Hi-Tech

Three bricks on me, shooting dice in the projects

Like I ain’t learned shit, nigga

Hate the light skin Backs ‘cause them shits burn quicker

Got the president of Backwoods on text, nigga

Shooting boxes to the brib just to flex, nigga

«It's whatever dawgs» on my tombstone (tombstone)

Smith & Wesson forty, nigga, two toned (two toned)

Thirty lines deep, nigga, too gone (too gone)

Stepping out the lobby, nigga, two hoes

Just gotta 'notha eighth from a brackhead

Blackout Boyz front runner, Lil ½ Dead

Rest In Peace King Yams, nigga

I was just on facetime with my mans, nigga

Got the news next morning

Tears running down my face, nigga, still yawning Can’t even remember,

everything just went black, nigga

Shit, you don’t even know the half, nigga

So I’ma pour these pints for my nigga

Fucking all these bitches, getting right for my nigga

Take it to the top, getting money for my nigga

Get the Lamborghini drop, pour muddy for my nigga

R.I.P.

my nigga Huss too, was locked up at the funeral

Nigga couldn’t bome through, free my niggas out the system

I was tripping for a minute, now I’m back up on that mission

«It's whatever dawgs» on my tombstone

Smith & Wesson forty, nigga, two toned

Thirty lines deep, nigga, too gone

Stepping out the lobby, nigga, two hoes