Outthemix - Better Luck Next Time!

Hit you up from my trap phone
Young nigga be home alone
Nigga Never wanna put me on
Young nigga aint put me on
I be home alone
Put that on baby bitch
Put that on baby bitch

Ooooh
I'm bout my digit yeah
Big B Whip the whip
Just a Beamer yeah
Make it seem Like a scene
Shoot a movie up
Eyes deceive can't
Believe take a picture ay
Just a picture ay

I'm bout my digit yeah
Big B Whip the whip
Just a Beamer yeah
Make it seem Like a scene
Shoot a movie up
Eyes deceive can't
Believe take a picture ay
Just a picture ay

If you fuck with me its long way
Long way
You can catch me in that hallway
That hallway
That ass be washed up like some laundry
Some laundry
Count up three stacks I feel like Andre
No Kanye cause it be all day

Wait
I gon call up K
She got ass
You can bet I'm taking Cake
Feel like Might guy
I'm gone open 8
(Gates)
Green Ciroc straight up to the face

Lil bitch I feel Brittney
Put that on my momma
No you don't beef with me
No you don't want no drama
(No drama)
Heard you a pass around
You hanging with my partna
So they send you to that saunna
They gon sing to you like Donna
(Summers)

Why you act like they gon miss ya?
They don't want you dawg they only want yo sister
When they done with her they pass her to next mister
Oh my God i think that nigga kissed her
(They fucking kissed her)

I'm bout my digit yeah
Big B Whip the whip
Just a Beamer yeah
Make it seem Like a scene
Shoot a movie up
Eyes deceive can't
Believe take a picture ay
Just a picture ay

I'm bout my digit yeah
Big B Whip the whip
Just a Beamer yeah
Make it seem Like a scene
Shoot a movie up
Eyes deceive can't
Believe take a picture ay
Just a picture ay

Written by:
Outthemix

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