Can't Go Out

作词 : Takeoff/Offset/Quavo

作曲 : Takeoff/Offset/Quavo

编曲 : Ricky Racks

Yeah

Talk to me

See this day and age, these young nıggas getting paid

Wrist clear, Sprite, yuh

Mike Tyson bite, yuh

Cup real dirty, yuh

Motocross bike, yuh

We don't fist fight

Chopper real light

Double seal tight

This drank got me right

Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got mildew

Kick her out 'cause she keep filming

They calling me Bob the Builder

Quavo Paul Pierce em', whip a ball, Wilson

Put my all in that bowl, put my all in it

I want all my dogs to win it

I want all my dogs to win it

Remember my dog was sentenced

No, no, I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning

Just get in the Benz and sit in

(Talk to em'!)C'mon

(Ay! Get in there!)

(Chill! C'mon!)

Standing in the trap, been a long day

Thinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK

Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real Housewives

Now it's no more crying 'cause we upper echelon

I can make a Tuesday, go up like a Saturday

I don't play where you fools play, you must be from out of state

Molly your girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates

Dabbing in Raf Simmons, yeah I dress the Huncho everyday

Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from Kuwait

Every day, every day, young nıgga looking for bae

Got a bıtch on Jimmy and she do whatever Huncho say

Her boyfriend wanna be me cause I keep that shıt the gangster way

I got to put you down

Ay man, these nıggas goin' out sad

I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad

Naw, 'specially bout that bıtch

I'm not goin' out sad

I'm not goin' out sad

I'm not goin' out sad

'Specially bout that bıtch

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

'Specially bout that bıtch

(Offset!)Not 'bout the bıtch, naw, not 'bout the bıtch

She call just for the dıck

Aw, lord, don't say this your bıtch

I'm young and rich

But I can strong arm a brick

I heard you was born a bıtch

Rick Owens, they cost your rent

Pay up, straight up

Told John Wic got to pick the K up

I'ma smash ya but we don't lay up

I'm a bachelor, get ya weight up

From the nawf, bıtch you know where we from

Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum

You can be rich and a bum

I want it all, not some

She fuccin' for fame, for some'

I think she came for money

I swear I ain't hurting for nothing

So I just gave her the money

Hoes in my house like Hugh Heffner

But I'mma slay the bunnies

She goin' insane, she talk' bout my main

Quit sayin' my name lil' mama

I got to put you down

Ay man, these nıggas goin' out sad

I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad

Naw, 'specially bout that bıtch

I'm not goin' out sad

I'm not goin' out sad

I'm not goin' out sad

'Specially bout that bıtch

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

'Specially bout that bıtch

(Takeoff!)I can't, go out, sad about no bıtch

Who me? Takeoff never mad about no bıtch

Depressed, need to get some' off my chest

Ain't stressed about that bıtch

She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bıtch

Bad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crash

That's goin' out sad

You took on her on a date with dad

The question is boy did you smash?

Been strong a week and a half

And everything you get to give that bıtch half (tricked you)

Aw man, goddamn, these nıggas goin' out sad

Wifin' ho's up, there's not one nıgga the hood done been had

Smash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't erase the past

She fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's yo ass

I got to put you down

Ay man, these nıggas goin' out sad

I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad

Naw, 'specially bout that bıtch

I'm not goin' out sad

I'm not goin' out sad

I'm not goin' out sad

'Specially bout that bıtch

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

'Specially bout that bıtch