Out Of State Lyrics

[Intro]
(Memphis Track Boy)
(I got my beat straight from Reign)
(Let's go)
Finesse

[Verse]
Hold up (Hold up), I thought we had an agreement (A contract)
I got a bitch I just wanna hit, so why the f*ck we even speakin'? (Huh?)
Keep that shit gangster (Shh)
I gave you a tip, I thanked you (I thanked you)
I told you I love you so you can go harder (Finesse), bitch, I pranked you
f*ck you think this is? (f*ck you think?)
One ain't work, I pop another pill (Yeah)
Throw back an edible, pop a seal (Woo)
Big body kit with the top off in traffic, I'm sittin' at the light like I'm Uncle Phil (No top)
I'm August Alsina, he Will Smith (He Will Smith)
They thought I was gone, I'm still here (Now I'm back)
I hit her a couple of hours ago (Go that way), why the f*ck is she still here?
Rockin' Buscemi 'cause I got this shit on lock (Shit on lock)
I fall off, I'ma go out like Fetty Wap (Fetty Wap)
Pull up in Memphis with choppers and set up shop (Set up shop)
Five hoes with tricks at the Marriott (The Marriott)
I ain't never ever flexin', I go get the money, invest it, like f*ck a new necklace (Like f*ck a new necklace)
f*ckin' the game with no rubber, my pockets on pregnant, I walk with a wobble, I'm sexy (With a wobble, I'm sexy)
When I wrote this verse, I was DMing Megan (DMing Megan)
She actin' faithful, won't open my message (Won't open my message) Flexin' like she don't wan' come off no money (Come off no money), but she break it off when I get in her presence (When I get in her presence)
I make her pay for the D, it's a fee, I'm a motherf*ckin' P, I can't go for the free (Can't go for the free)
You bought her p*ssy, she brought it to me, I'm from M to the C, R.I.P. Double D
[Chorus]
Her cat fat as f*ck, but this bitch ain't a cougar
And she eat the dick, it sound like she eat noodles
Strap on my shoulder like I play the tuba (The tuba)
Shoutout to my soldiers, I gotta salute 'em (I gotta salute 'em)
If she 'bout her money, I gotta recruit her (I gotta recruit her)
And when we maneuver, she keep her a Ruger (She keep her a Ruger)
I ate her cake, let her sit on my face, beat her back out of place, then I'm back out of state (Two of 'em)
Her cat fat as f*ck, but this bitch ain't a cougar
And she eat the dick, it sound like she eat noodles
Strap on my shoulder like I play the tuba (The tuba)
Shoutout to my soldiers, I gotta salute 'em (I gotta salute 'em)
If she 'bout her money, I gotta recruit her (I gotta recruit her)
And when we maneuver, she keep her a Ruger (Keep her a Ruger)
I ate her cake, let her sit on my face, beat her back out of place, then I'm back out of state (I'm gone)

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