Running Out lyrics

[Intro]
I'm like Rudy, why you rushin' me?
Why you rushin'?
Back, back, gimme 50 feet (Ok)
I still got the beat
Koncept on the beat

[Chorus]
I think I'm running out of luck
I been running out of f*cks
I never gave a f*ck
I be with some thugs
Ay, that pill wake him up
A n*gga play we shoot sh*t up
I got my glizzy in the club

[Verse 1]
I got tired of showing love
I really think lil' bro turned to a boss
I'm peeping all these scrubs
Going right, he touch sh*t off
Oh I'mma catch a play from bout a cut
I told you, diamond in the rough
He just tryna act all tough
That lead will sit him down if he boot up
n*gga know what's up with us
Keep one up on my side, just like my hip
Or right there by my waist, behind my belt
n*ggas tryna call for help
Can't save them when we dive, no Michael Phelps
Tony Hawk, I'm on my grind, why can't you tеll?
I bet it's on me and it's heavy
f*ck saying n*gga triеd spraying with the semi
And lately I been keeping all the envy
I wish death on all enemies
I wish death on all y'all
And watched that n*gga play they all fall
Behind mines, I stand tall
I'm tryna put a n*gga on the wall
Won't ever catch me slipping, it's in my drawls
sh*t get colder than December
One night with you remember
Sometimes I ain't get nothing for Christmas
And congratulate a n*gga
Momma made her way, but sometimes I feel like she slaved to get it
I was born in May, get in my way, I crack yo' 'tato n*gga
Everything, Kosher pickle, I said Hey Mr., Mr
Nina [?] just wanna kiss you
Take ya out like a dinner
Crop yo' ass right out the picture and watch they frame a n*gga
Must don't know my name, I'm armed and dangerous, everytime it's with 'em
40. Cal, like add a nickel, oh that's that 4-ficial
Better have that static with ya, and ain't that b*tch official?
I ain't just know average n*gga, and I ain't broke neither
Cut the AC off when we arrive, better have your heater
[Chorus]
I think I'm running out of luck
I been running out of f*cks
I never gave a f*ck
I be with some thugs
Ay, that pill wake him up
A n*gga play we shoot sh*t up
I got my glizzy in the club

[Verse 2]
I told 'em, ain't no searching at the door
Pop a Perc', I told that boy, give me one more
I'm tryna solve all my pain, I really wanna up this b*tch and aim
But sometimes, Lil 9 just gotta think
Cuz I be finna crash, like 9 just get the wheel, get on his ass
I'm swerving left and right, I'm on the gas
Chief puff, puff and pass
I'm tryna smoke him too, that n*gga dead
I'm telling you gon' die for what you said
I'm all in his head
It's mind control, I do this sh*t again
Then, lace my boots and go and spend a band
Take off all my chains and suit up
I'm telling you, I been waiting for you to boot up
I'm all downtown, riding on scooters, tell them pus*y boys come catch me
Armed and Dangerous, f*ck n*gga I'm ready
I'm in your nightmares like Jason, nah I'm Freddy
Ay, send a b*tch through to us she get the drop like Bloody Mary
Before Corona virus, we wear masks to get the fetti
Now you can wear masks all day, this sh*t get scary
I'm talking we'll spin all ways, no Hail Mary
I ain't trusting a soul, I ain't leaving no-one to tell
A hoe gon' tell what we told, I'm finna tell it