Out of Luck ! (extended) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Y'all must think I'm f*ckin' stupid, chasing something make-believe
Shoot my shot like I was Cupid, hoping you won't take your lead
Gas me up for XY, no AB or maybe Z
f*ck sticking to one genre, y'all can spaz and y'all can f*ckin' leave
pus*y boy, you need it going, eat your f*ckin' broccoli
Jelly pullin' up, we makin' hits, we make a f*ckin' scene
Damn son, if you got the balls then come stand up to me
Talking sh*t, you getting hit, I'm reloading this magazine

[Chorus]
Open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu-pu-pump
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' b*tch, don't you have calculus?
Open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu-pu-pump
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' b*tch, don't you have calculus?

[Verse 2]
Why's it when I wake up, my DM's are filled with pus*y b*tches?
Steppin' on my name, you lucky that you left with minor stitches
Beefing with me halfway in the coffin, you a joke, b*tch
Back when I had nothin', no one told me where to go, sh*t
Tired of the sh*tty comments tellin' me I'm grown
'Cause when I drop a song they like, it's all about how I'm the f*ckin' GOAT
If I gave a f*ck about these kids, then you would notice it
Gotta go, the chorus comin' up, you know you know this sh*t

[Chorus]
Open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu-pu-pump
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' b*tch, don't you have calculus?
Open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu-pu-pump
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' b*tch, don't you have calculus?