Wildin' Out FR - Retch

19, was in the club, I was servin' in the VIP

Parked up in front the church, caught the service from the whip

Shit, was gettin' closer to the Lord from out the foreign

Huh, I might be tourin', but I got through joints for the Jordan

6 rings all VV, the bitches from the TV, they be right here, nigga, 3D

Know that was your homie, but we had to knock your man off

And applause made the song, we done been went and ran off

Had work inside the roof and we had pistols in the Jansport

Bitches sendin' pictures, I just send 'em to the airport

Hey, baby, send that pussy through the air for me

The way she slurp me up be feelin' like she care for me

Ha, but I know better, most these bitches for the temporary

We love a thottie?

That’ll be the month of Nevruary

Cartier, I heard you say that boy a visionary

If it was love, then why I never get a visit, Bailey

Live, tote them trizzys, it had really hit me

It be the niggas in your pictures tryna put you 6 feet

Take 'em back to the days trappin' off the 6 speed

I might go Diddy on the Jack like, nigga, what the lick read

Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha

Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again

And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal

Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em

And I ain’t tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha

'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit

And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros

The times I’ll never get again, I down a cup to feel again

Most my enemies be niggas I ain’t never heard of

I only bought this bitch a purse so I could tuck the burner

He got us talkin' like what they like do not concern us

I buy your murders the same way I buy a burger

Bunch of far rice, festival was on you niggas

I let you know right in your face if I don’t rock with niggas

I done had the tré shots that had to box with niggas

I used to have a lot of friends, I had to drop some niggas

They ain’t gon' tell you, but the truth’s I did a lot for niggas

Knife in my back, you sure don’t pat is what I got from niggas

I’m pussy divin' with the nigga that done shot them niggas

The pussy fire but I love it when she top a nigga

Audi R8, bustin' down some posse niggas

You can get cut like Jimmy Brooks, we Jimmy Hoffin' niggas

Phone so poppin' that I dead be sendin' «stops» to niggas

I knew your mother back when she used to cop it, nigga

Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha

Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again

And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal

Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em

And I ain’t tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha

'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit

And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros

The times I’ll never get again, I down a cup to feel again