Songtext Out of luck Lil Poppa

Out of luck

(Ayo, Bleu)
Fuck all that other shit, I came for the paper (Ayo, Kutoff)
We'll deal with all that other shit later, man
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We never gave a fuck 'bout no hater, nah
And I ain't doing no more favors (The biggest)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just know what it is, nigga, Wildchild

Now tell me why they wanna go against us?
Like I give a fuck
I'm in traffic getting my dick sucked
Ain't even got the windows tinted up yet
I'm getting trailed by them hitters
Yeah, she cool, but I don't trust cats
Oh, you love that? Okay, tell me when you busting, I'ma bust back
All these blue hundr?ds get a nigga wacked and that's a fun fact
You fuck up, you can't come back
Now, bitch, you know you shouldn't hav? done that
Die young, we living fast, pray we the ones forever last
Pray these guns forever blast 'cause it might come a time when we all out of luck

It's gon' be times when you fall, gotta get up
Ayy, bruh, I'm tryna collect the call, I can't pick up though
Done lost respect for all the ones I gave the utmost
The OG's done turned into BG's, no, I ain't never seen that done before
She asked if I live here, girl, I come and go
War baby, almost got a Purple Heart in front of 3rd Street corner store
They tell me not to go back home, but I go anywhere I wanna go
Nigga, fuck how it end, long as you win and let that money grow
Even though this another nigga bitch, damn, I think I love this ho
'Cause she swallow, she don't spit and don't complain 'bout shit
Paid 'bout eight racks to give my fit a stain, I'm pissed
You did it, ain't no take backs, certain things can't get fixed

Now tell me why they wanna go against us?
Like I give a fuck
I'm in traffic getting my dick sucked
Ain't even got the windows tinted up yet
I'm getting trailed by them hitters
Yeah, she cool, but I don't trust cats
Oh, you love that? Okay, tell me when you busting, I'ma bust back
All these blue hundreds get a nigga wacked and that's a fun fact
You fuck up, you can't come back
Now, bitch, you know you shouldn't of done that
Die young, we living fast, pray we the ones forever last
Pray these guns forever blast 'cause it might come a time when we all out of luck

Sitting in the trap watching them junkies snort a line, finna pour up one
Finna roll me a three-five, he finna smoke his third dime
Same motherfuckers I thought was down, I don't even want them 'round
You showed the one you love a sign of weakness, she treat you like a clown now
Now it's all on you again, can't be becoming everybody friend
Thought I was blessed by the reverend, who the fuck let the devil in?
Ninety-nine problems plus one more, this shit will never end
Can't give my daddy last name to no ho, I can't put no bitch before Ms. Lynn
Try not to miss a call from Chevy his whole bid
Long as he standing, it's on all ten
Just stay away if you ain't all in
This some shit you don't wanna be involved in
It might be meant to be, but it ain't meant for me, too many flaws and sins
When you need a bone, I'm just a dog you call, stupid-ass bitch

Now tell me why they wanna go against us?
Like I give a fuck
I'm in traffic getting my dick sucked
Ain't even got the windows tinted up yet
I'm getting trailed by them hitters
Yeah, she cool, but I don't trust cats
Oh, you love that? Okay, tell me when you busting, I'ma bust back
All these blue hundreds get a nigga wacked and that's a fun fact
You fuck up, you can't come back
Now, bitch, you know you shouldn't of done that
Die young, we living fast, pray we the ones forever last
Pray these guns forever blast 'cause it might come a time when we all out of luck

All out, okay
Say we all out of, okay