Out Da Lobby lyrics

(Produced by Josh Nelson)

[Verse 1]
Outside selling work, no cell phone
Fiends running up, face well known, n*gga
Just popped bail for a strap charge
50k, no ten percent, wasn't that hard
f*cked up part, think he planted that
Raided the trap, ain't find sh*t, n*ggas couldn't handle that
We gon' get the sh*t thrown out
Leave the courthouse in the Uber, getting domed out
Two Styros got me zoned out
Your favorite 'gram thot getting boned out
Would prefer if I drowned in some Hi-Tech
Three bricks on me, shooting dice in the projects
Like I ain't learned sh*t, n*gga
Hate the light skin Backs ‘cause them sh*ts burn quicker
Got the president of Backwoods on text, n*gga
Shooting boxes to the brib just to flex, n*gga

[Hook]
"It's whatever dawgs" on my tombstone (tombstone)
Smith & Wesson forty, n*gga, two toned (two toned)
Thirty lines deep, n*gga, too gone (too gone)
Stepping out the lobby, n*gga, two hoes
[Verse 2]
Just gotta 'notha eighth from a brackhead
Blackout Boyz front runner, Lil ½ Dead
Rest In Peace King Yams, n*gga
I was just on facetime with my mans, n*gga
Got the news next morning
Tears running down my face, n*gga, still yawning Can't even remember, everything just went black, n*gga
sh*t, you don't even know the half, n*gga
So I'ma pour these pints for my n*gga
f*cking all these b*tches, getting right for my n*gga
Take it to the top, getting money for my n*gga
Get the Lamborghini drop, pour muddy for my n*gga
R.I.P. my n*gga Huss too, was locked up at the funeral
n*gga couldn't bome through, free my n*ggas out the system
I was tripping for a minute, now I'm back up on that mission

[Hook]
"It's whatever dawgs" on my tombstone
Smith & Wesson forty, n*gga, two toned
Thirty lines deep, n*gga, too gone
Stepping out the lobby, n*gga, two hoes