Outta Town ft. TyFontaine Lyrics

I don't wanna fuck just yet

Gotta get high yea

Know you got miles on you

You flew out your town for me

Make a lil time for me

Make a lil time for me

Bitch look behind for me

Young nigga upped his racks

Now she got eyes for me

Thought the bitch worked at Popeyes

Yea she got thighs for me

Young nigga upped his cash

Now he got vibes on him

When the vibes get to attached

We cut ties on em

Yea

Bitch gettin too attached

I just walked in wit dem racks

I just walked in wit dem racks

All of this shit get annoying

I'm on the way up can't change where I'm going

Pop me a perc ima see you in the morning

I can't fuck with these niggas these niggas be corny

All of these bitches gon lie like they satan

I came a long way from the basement

Joony came up and turned to a savage

My bitch don't wan leave me she know I ain't average

I don't wanna fuck just yet

Lets get high yea

Know you got miles on you

You flew out your town for me

I don't wanna fuck just yet

Gotta get high yea

Know you got miles on you

You flew out your town for me

Flew outta town for a young fly nigga

I know it's not about love she know I got more than 6 figures

I know it's not about trust she know I got size in my dishes

I fuck that bitch and don't bust cause I know she want my children

But I can not give her my kids unless they are playing on her face

I just did my money dance now she wanna suck my energy away

This kush and codeine in my cup got me fading away

Bitch can't you see I'm sipping with my bro's I don't wanna slay

(Slayyyy)

Yea lil baby wanna get slaughtered

Callin me daddy I aimed at your father no kuna-matata I fuck on ya family

Fuck on her sister, prefer her anatomy

Everytime I post a bitch she feel mad at me

You knew what it was how could you be made at me

How could you be mad

I don't wanna fuck just yet

Gotta get high yea

Know you got miles on you

You flew out your town for me

Make a lil time for me

Make a lil time for me

Bitch look behind for me

Young nigga upped his racks

Now she got eyes for me

Thought the bitch worked at Popeyes

Yea she got thighs for me

Young nigga upped his cash

Now he got vibes on him

When the vibes get to attached

We cut ties on em