Out Like That

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm just a young nigga, don't give a fuck Tryna run these bands up, your bitch is a hitchiker, cause she got her thumb up Thumbin through half a mill, I'm bout to fuck my thumb up Multimillionaire, but Gucci still can't blow the bomb up Run up, Imma gun you down, smokin gangsta out the pound If your girlfriend friends fine, Imma dick 'm down Faces faces faces I go to sleep, wake up and then I phone them places That pistol in my trunk crazy Look at the planet, how is it overpopulated Atlanta's just full of so many millionaires fighting cases They took food out my mouth, my mama baby [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] Got a cup full of pain, and a blunt full of problems Man, I feel like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch that's insane, and she tattoo my name She tryna trap me, have my baby And I ain't goin out like that, out like that I ain't goin out like that, out like that [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Rhims on sick, nigga, you know what it is Ain't trippin bout no bitch, nigga, penthouse how I live Whoever might try to beat me, nigga, shout out for the kill And they hate that my paint wet, and they hate the shinin of my ryms And I'm killin these niggas for real, and I'm tellin you like it is I'm here, no fear No leader, no chill I fuck her, don't feel And you scared bout them headshots, no gunplay, no kill So if you wanna make it happen, I got your main bitch her pussy fat, and it clappin And I got Big Bank Black with me, and I got my strap with me [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] Got a cup full of pain, and a blunt full of problems Man, I feel like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch that's insane, and she tattoo my name She tryna trap me, have my baby And I ain't goin out like that, out like that I ain't goin out like that, out like that [Verse 3: Big Bank Black] You so wrong, you deadass wrong Bitch, you know that ain't my baby, stop textin my phone Got a shoe fetish, so many in my closet On my grind 24, cause gots to get more Ain't goin out bad, I don't rep flags All this mob shit to the death, fuck all the swag These niggas so phoney, everything round me Gucci, I got Rich Homies They can't stop me, could never bomb me I'm on that mission impossible, that spy shit, nigga Big Bank Black, I leave you lyin flat You got the whole city here, you couldn't stop that [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] Got a cup full of pain, and a blunt full of problems Man, I feel like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch that's insane, and she tattoo my name She tryna trap me, have my baby And I ain't goin out like that, out like that I ain't goin out like that, out like that