Can't Go Out Sad

[Intro: Quavo] (Ricky Racks) Yeah Talk to me Huh Haha See this day in age, these young niggas gettin' paid [Verse 1: Quavo] Wrist clear, Sprite, yeah Mike Tyson bite, yeah Cup real dirty, yeah Motocross bike, yeah We don't fist fight (No) Chopper real light Double seal tight (Lean) Detroit got me right Piccolo green, it's millions (Green) And the old money got mildew (M&M's) Kick her out, 'cause she keep filming (Get out) They calling me Bob the Builder (Bob) Quavo, Paul Pierce 'em (Ayy) Whip a ball, Wilson (Ayy) Put my all in that bowl (All), put my all in it (All) I want all my dogs to win it (Huh?) I want all my dogs to win it (Ayy) Remember my dog was sentenced (Huh?) No, no, I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning (Yeah) Just get in the Benz and sit in Huh (Talk to 'em) Come on (Ayy) (Get in there, yeah, come on) Standing in the trap, been a long day Thinkin' 'bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real Housewives (Ayy) Now it's no more crying, 'cause we upper echelon (Ayy, ayy) I can make a Tuesday (Ayy), go up like a Saturday I don't play where you fools play (No), you must be from out of state Molly your girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates Dabbin' in Raf Simmons, yeah, I dress the huncho everyday (Yeah) Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from Kuwait (Yeah) Everyday, everyday, young nigga looking for bait (Bow) Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever Huncho say Her boyfriend wanna be me cause I keep that shit the gangsta way (Uh) [Refrain: Quavo] Hahahaha, I got to put you down Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Nah, 'specially bout that bitch (Whoo) [Chorus: Quavo & Offset] I'm not goin' out sad (No) I'm not goin' out sad (Uh) I'm not goin' out sad (Ayy) 'Specially bout that bitch (Uh) I can't go out sad (Ayy) I can't go out sad (No) I can't go out sad (No) 'Specially bout that bitch (Offset, ayy) [Verse 2: Offset & Quavo] Not 'bout the bitch (No) Nah, not 'bout the bitch (No) She call just for the dick (Brrt) Oh, lord, don't say this your bitch (Oh) Ay, I'm young and rich (Rich) But I can strong arm a brick (Uh) I heard you was born a bitch (Bitch) Rick Owens, they cost your rent (Rick Owens) Pay up, straight up (Pay up) Told John Wic, "Gotta pick the K up" (Grrah) I'ma smash her, but we don't lay up (Smash) I'm a bachelor, get your weight up (Weight up) From the Nawf, bitch, you know where we from (Nawf) Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum (Grrah) You can be rich and a bum (Bum) I want it all, not some (All) She fucking for fame, for somethin' (Whoo) I think she came for money I swear, I ain't hurtin' for nothin' (Nothin') So I just gave her the money (Here) Hoes in my house like Hugh Heffner (Hoes) But I'ma slay the bunnies (Slay) She goin' insane, she talkin' 'bout my main, quit sayin' my name lil' mama (Whoo, whoo, uh) [Refrain: Quavo] Hahahaha, I got to put you down Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Nah, 'specially bout that bitch (Whoo) [Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff] I'm not goin' out sad (No) I'm not goin' out sad (Uh) I'm not goin' out sad (Ayy) 'Specially bout that bitch (Uh) I can't go out sad (Ayy) I can't go out sad (No) I can't go out sad (No) 'Specially bout that bitch (Takeoff, ayy) [Verse 3: Takeoff] I can't (Uh uh), go out (Go out), sad about no bitch (Sad) Who me? (Who?) Takeoff never mad about no bitch (No) Depressed, need to get some' off my chest, ain't stressed about that bitch (Stressed) She let (Ugh), me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bitch (Bitch) Bad (Gorgeous), yeah, lil' mama bad (Gorgeous) You let her get the Jag' and crash That's goin' out sad (Pitiful) You took on her on a date with dad (Why?) The question is, "Boy did you smash?" (Did you?) Been strong a week and a half and everything you get to give that bitch half (Tricked you) Oh man, goddamn, these niggas goin' out sad (Wow) Wifin' ho's up, there's not one nigga the hood done been had (Nah) Smash, cuff, but you can pass (Smash) Ignore but can't erase her past (Uh huh) She fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's your ass (T-T-Takeoff) [Refrain: Quavo] Hahahaha, I got to put you down Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Nah, 'specially bout that bitch (Whoo) [Chorus: Quavo] I'm not goin' out sad (No) I'm not goin' out sad (Uh) I'm not goin' out sad (Ayy) 'Specially bout that bitch (Uh) I can't go out sad (Ayy) I can't go out sad (No) I can't go out sad (No) 'Specially bout that bitch (Ayy)