Goin Way Out lyrics

[Intro: Don FBE & Babyfxce E]
b*tch (b*tch), b*tch
b*tch, yeah
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[Verse 1: Don FBE]
I'm efficient with this sh*t, it's like I hardly miss
I'm off a whole lotta drugs, can smell it in my p*ss
Ho, I don't want no Casamigos, pass me some Trish
I live in Flint, I could never ever trust a b*tch
You not on sh*t, you's a poodle, stop sayin' you a pit
Duck tryna shop, wanted a zip, I gave him twenty-six
Got a play on Dayton, want a half, I'll be there in a split
You in the field with no pape', n*gga, you need to quit

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, man, y'all n*ggas crashouts for real
Don't gotta pop it, I can pull that bag out for real
Sold pops some drank, now I got my dad poppin' seals
I ain't gotta turn this b*tch up, she pop that sh*t herself
If I grab all my money, bro, I'm gon' need some help
My pants too big, add a Glock, bro, I don't need no belt
It's almost time to put that rap sh*t up, you leanin' on the shelf
A b*tch should know what type of time I'm on, shе comin' after 12

[Verse 3: Don FBE]
Up 42, I ride with Charlie Bеll
Finna have to pop my brother, think he tryna take my sale
Come and shop, we got gas, this is not a Shell
Girl, you gettin' f*cked and goin' home with your thot self
Naw, for real, for the low, we got big 'za
I don't even wanna hit that ho 'cause that b*tch hot
n*gga, we done trapped this b*tch out, how is that his block?
Get tough and got his ass shot, he need a big pop
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
I just smacked a n*gga b*tch, Chris Rock
My cousin janky, he be wearin' jeans with flip-flops
Told them n*ggas throw a beat on, I'ma trip, watch
Shoot a full clip in two seconds, it's a trick Glock
Huh, I buy a pound just so I can smoke
I'm grimy, I'll make you drown just so I can float
Every month, I'm probably out of town because I got a show
f*cked her once, she tryna lay back down, b*tch, you gotta go

[Verse 5: Don FBE & Babyfxce E]
Ain't lettin' gang flip or bring her friends, lil' b*tch, adiós
Smokin' out that lil'-ass zip, wow, you ain't got at least a quarter 'bow?
Huh, b*tch ain't cute for real, but she a squirter, though
I just knocked down a Mexican, I got a border ho
This b*tch finna make me mad, asked for my horoscope
Man, this pop thick as hell, I poured more than four
His Hellcat was there last night, not in the morning, though
Was in my feelings, but not no more, that's what the Morton for

[Verse 6: Don FBE]
Pop dirty as f*ck, it look just like our water
OG tryna be cool, I'm tryna f*ck his daughter
I got a roll in my pocket that look like EBaller
I'm a short n*gga, but I ain't trippin' 'cause my cheese taller
[Verse 7: Babyfxce E]
Huh, b*tch, we talkin' like six feet
Slide that b*tch at the corner, then walk it down the street
Money talk and I don't hear sh*t you say because your talk is cheap
Copped a deuce, the cup knocked me out, so I just bought some sleep

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
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