outrO ft. Apollo Bezos, Kma & BTB Lyrics

I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone

I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone

I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone

If you think it ain't magic then let me cook

I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone

I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone

I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone

If you think it ain't magic then let me cook

5 foot 8 when I stand barefoot

So you 5'7 niggas can't tell me shit

Saying my raps too serious like a nigga cares

Otherwise you can suck my dick

Lost everything back in 2019

So right now all I really have is a dream

Nightmare when I wake up

Every night is a trap

I'm a mouse that ain't getting no cheese

But I'm breaking that curse

Coming from a land where they laugh when you try

And they clap when you fail it ain't getting any worse

Clark kent when I'm going into the booth

When I'm coming out doomsday's gonna wanna verse

I'm about to take you all to church

Niggas really getting on my nerves

When I'm putting in the work

I don't wanna make it out first

I just wanna make it to the end

There's a difference there bro

Niggas can't bite my flow

Sinking my teeth in the game

Cause I got the cheat codes

And I'm trying to dodge all the hoes

But it's really tough

Feeling like I gotta come before I go

Feeling like I gotta be alone

Me and the money can compare to a dog and a bone

Bitch don't get in my zone

The gallery's opening soon

I feel like wick

The flow too sick

Hit the booth took your bitch

Six feet deep

Watch the drip

Painted the city red

Right now we lit

This shit is me

Bax got the vision

I'm on the mission

I feel like wick

I feel like wick

I feel like wick

Got me wake in the night

Swimming with sharks

With no fish in the tank

Came me in the building

I'm stinking like dang

I'm sagging, I'm buzzing

And puffing on Xan

Pop me a Xanny

I'm deep in a trance

I'm out of this world

I'm posted in mars

Can't stab me in the back

I'll leave you in the dirt

Pass me the smoke

I wanna feel

Uh, uh, uh, shit

She in love with the racks

I'm flipping the packd

Got love for the tracks

I'm marching these racks

I'm marching these racks

The kitchen been filled up with smoke

We steadily keeping it burning

Ay, the table's turning

I'm learning

I'm on the grind

Cause it's urgent

I throw the cash in detergent

I cannot be not dependent

I need to make my own paper

I need it

Now now

Not later

I feel like wick

The flow too sick

Hit the booth took your bitch

Six feet deep

Watch the drip

Painted the city red

Right now we lit

This shit is me

Bax got the vision

I'm on the mission

I feel like wick

I feel like wick

I feel like wick

Don't let me go iwe

You'll come back again

Don't tell me sorry

I'm on my own again

I'm on my own again

My calls you was ignoring

Yeah

Grindin' don't ever stop

Ever stop

Ever stop

Yeah

Grindin' don't ever stop

Ever stop

Ever stop

Yeah

I'm in route for the guap

I'ma do it cause I don't like talk

In the kitchen we don't run out

of sauce

You can tell cause I drip too much

Can't even afford no givency

Walked in in some BZR

Hide your sisters and hide all your aunties

Why she looking at me like that

I could free em like Mahatma Gandhi

Like 50 I'm giving em candy

And the rest man I put in the songs

City's red nigga, shout out to bros