JadenK - Out Of Town

You know what the fuck going on, bitch, uh-huh, yep, gang, gang, gang, yeah
I'm out of town and I can't even, shit, I'm out of town on these niggas and now they wanna get even
All the opps are snitching, all them niggas turned to policemen
I've been everywhere between Miami damn to Muskegon
You not my bitch and until then nah we can't go on no date
All my mans around me fresh like we just got out of 8th
I've been getting to that mula, got a lot on my mind
I could be across the street, I bet my ass still be late
If you the opps, you ain't my team, then you'll get balled on
You ain't my mans, then don't worry, you won't get called on
I'm the one who got they back and who they fall on
Oh, you ain't coming with no head, then put your drawers on
Oh, you ain't coming with no bread, then you ain't on the mission
That nigga talking out his neck, I bet he end up missing
True religion and Dior, I'm like a Buddha Christian
They know I stay with bags and hoes, but I ain't talking Christmas
Ho, ho, ho, ho, like I'm Santa Claus
Glocks, chops, mop sticks, bitch, yo man will fall
AK 6'6, bitch it's standing tall
Shit, shit, fuck, damn
Fuck your bitches, mine the highest, I'ma fuck with Iris
I'm finna keep her in my crib, we got coronavirus
A nigga play with JadenK, we'll turn your life a crisis
All I do is add it up, I'm never in the minus
Naw for real, Ill add it up, I'm feeling like im Migos
A nigga play with JadenK, we sending them torpedoes
Just took a white nigga's bitch, now who you calling negro
Me, Cam, Dom, damn, them niggas come in trios
I'm out of town and I can't even
Shit, I'm out of town on these niggas and now they wanna get even
All the opps is snitching, all them niggas turned to policemen
I've been everywhere, between Miami damn to Muskegon
You not my bitch and until then nah we can't go on no date
All my mans around me fresh like we just got outta 8th
I've been getting to that mula got a lot on my mind
I could be across the street, I bet my ass still be late
I-I-I could be a fucking felon, bet my ass still got poles
I could cut my hair and die, bet my ass still got hoes
When you walk in, we be laughing, cause your ass is a joke
You could win the lottery, I bet your ass still be broke
I don't go into the mall, but if I do, I'm bag dragging
I got on designer belts, so how the fuck my pants sagging
Got that 30 on me, nigga, always weighing me down
Why they never talking hot until I'm way outta town
Yeah, my flight's American, but I'm in Cancun
Halloween, we go from Charlotte down to damn Boone
All these flights, I might as well go to the damn moon
I know your mama wish she left you in that damn womb
We like NASA, there ain't nothing to whip them rockets out
Let me catch you in the field, there ain't no- shit
Let me catch you in the field, there ain't no talk it out
There ain't no money on your phone, you should be logging out

Written by:
Jaden K

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