Outta Luck

written by: @hatecejay
mixed and mastered by: @hatecejay
produced by: @717angels

lyrics:
bitch im tryn walk out the sto
too many bags my hoe gotta carry it
you niggas is not my bros
dont send me yo tape i promise aint hearin it
feel like i got way too rich
im whippin a ghost it feel like a chariot
dont talk bout the 4s i pour
the cup in yo hand gone leave you delirious

i promise ill stay out the way
if you niggas stay out the state
aint touchin on pape
niggas tryn blame it on fate
any reason not to hate
i cant relate
bitch im the one no debate
all that i do is create
i care bout the cake
so ima stay out the way
im doin it for yo sake

you niggas aint never touched on maaje
im lyin this percy aint for my pain
dont ice out my watches i keep mine plane
i need a new hoe i cant keep mine sane

i need a new how i cant keep mine sane

no i cannot
no i cannot fold 
no i do not troll
dont fuck the same bitches
same hoes went and got old
ask her if she fw me
without the fame
not so
if they wouldnt fw me
without the change
they not bro

bitch im tryn walk out the sto
too many bags my hoe gotta carry it
you niggas is not my bros
dont send me yo tape i promise aint hearin it
feel like i got way too rich
im whippin a ghost it feel like a chariot
dont talk bout the 4s i pour
the cup in yo hand gone leave you delirious

i promise ill stay out the way
if you niggas stay out the state
aint touchin on pape
niggas tryn blame it on fate
any reason not to hate
i cant relate
bitch im the one no debate
all that i do is create
i care bout the cake
so ima stay out the way
im doin it for yo sake

carry it

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Yuh, uh, oh, woah
Grunch, what the fuck is wrong with you? (Bomboclatt)

Peep the fit, you and I don't mix, yuh
Talkin' shit gon' get your throat slit, uh
On and on, I'm right and wrong, it's all good
On and on, I'm thinkin' maybe I should
Oh, woah, oh, woah

She said she wanna suck me up in my Cybertruck
I be pulling on her braids, that's a double dutch
I tried my best to hold your hand, but it was not enough
And I ain't trying to be your man, this a one and done

On my shit though, hold up
Ice on my wrist, but I ain't rich though
One of one, Grunch on the instrumental
No love, she gon' ride it, yeah, my dick a rental
So what?
I can't walk around with cash on me
I just hit a bad bitch and turned the flash on it
Talking bout you sad, go and get your bag, shawty
Asking me for funds, do it look like I'm your buddy?

Ooh
When I wanna fuck, shawty always in the mood
Got a lot to say, that's why I stay up in the booth
Play my fucking song, see how the house gon' lose the roof
Grunch is the name when I'm walking through the room

Aye, I don't wanna play
Send your bitch a pic of me and tell me what she say
Semi pointed at you, I'mma spray
Told your bitch I ain't taking her on no date

Peep the fit, you and I don't mix, yuh
Talkin' shit gon' get your throat slit, uh
On and on, I'm right and wrong, it's all good
On and on, I'm thinkin' maybe I should
Oh, woah, oh, woah

Outta Luck

A$H

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