Young Thug & Migos - Can't Go Out

YeahTalk to meSee this day and age, these young niggas getting paidWrist clear, Sprite, yuhMike Tyson bite, yuhCup real dirty, yuhMotorcross bike, yuhWe don't fist fightChopper real lifeDouble seal tightDetroit got me rightPiccolo green it's millions, and the old money got mildewKick her out cause she keep filmingThey calling me Bob the BuilderQuavo Paul Pierce em', whip a ball, WilsonPut my all in that bowl, put my all in itI want all my dogs to win itI want all my dogs to win itRemember my dog was sentenced (no, no)I ain't gon' take it back to thebeginningJust get in the Benz and sit in(Talk to em'!)C'mon (Ay!)(Get in there!)(Chill!)(C'mon!)Standing in the trap, been a long dayThinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and AKMama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real HousewivesNow it's no more crying, cause we upper echelonI can make a Tuesday, go up like a SaturdayDon't play where you fools play, you must be from out of stateMolly yo girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner datesDabbing in Raf Simmons yeah I dress the huncho everydayRicki Lake, wrapped up, came from KuwaitEveryday, everyday, young nigga looking for baeGot a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever huncho sayHer boyfriend wanna be me cause I keep that shit the gangster wayI got to put you downAy man, these niggas goin' out sadI'm tellin' ya, can't go out badNaw, 'specially bout that bitchI'm not goin' out sad'Specially bout that bitchI can't go out sad'Specially bout that bitch(Offset!)Not bout the bitch, naw, not bout the bitchShe call just for the dickAw, lord, don't say this your bitchI'm young and richBut I can strong arm a brickI heard you was born a bitchRick Owens they cost your rentPay up, straight upJohn Wick got to put the K upI'mma smash ya but we don't lay upI'mma bachelor get ya weight upThrow the north, bitch you know where we fromThink it's sweet and we pull out a drumYou can be rich and a bumI want it all, not someShe fucking for fame, for sumnI think she came for moneyI swear I ain't hurting for nothingSo I just gave the moneyHoes in my house like Hugh HeffnerBut I'mma slay the bunniesShe goin' insane, she talk' bout mymain quit sayin' my name lil' mamaI got to put you downAy man, these niggas goin' out sadI'm tellin' ya, can't go out badNaw, 'specially bout that bitchI'm not goin' out sad'Specially bout that bitchI can't go out sad'Specially bout that bitch(Takeoff!)I can't, go out, sad about no bitchWho me? Takeoff never mad about no bitchDepressed need to get some off my chest, ain't stressed about that bitchShe let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bitchBad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crashThat's goin' out sadYou took on her on a date with dadThe question is boy did you smash?Been strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a bitch have (tricked you)Aw man, goddamn, these niggas goin' out sadWifin' ho's up, there's not one nigga the hood done been hadSmash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't erase the pastIf she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's yo assI got to put you downAy man, these niggas goin' out sadI'm tellin' ya, can't go out badNaw, 'specially bout that bitchI'm not goin' out sad'Specially bout that bitchI can't go out sad'Specially bout that bitch