Lyrics Out da Lobby - Retch

Out da Lobby

Outside selling work, no cell phone
Fiends running up, face well known, nigga
Just popped bail for a strap charge
50k, no ten percent, wasn’t that hard
Fucked up part, think he planted that
Raided the trap, ain’t find shit, niggas couldn’t handle that
We gon' get the shit 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 shit, nigga
Hate the light skin Backs ‘cause them shits burn quicker
Got the president of Backwoods on text, nigga
Shooting boxes to the brib just to flex, nigga
«It's whatever dawgs» on my tombstone (tombstone)
Smith & Wesson forty, nigga, two toned (two toned)
Thirty lines deep, nigga, too gone (too gone)
Stepping out the lobby, nigga, two hoes
Just gotta 'notha eighth from a brackhead
Blackout Boyz front runner, Lil ½ Dead
Rest In Peace King Yams, nigga
I was just on facetime with my mans, nigga
Got the news next morning
Tears running down my face, nigga, still yawning Can’t even remember,
everything just went black, nigga
Shit, you don’t even know the half, nigga
So I’ma pour these pints for my nigga
Fucking all these bitches, getting right for my nigga
Take it to the top, getting money for my nigga
Get the Lamborghini drop, pour muddy for my nigga
R.I.P.
my nigga Huss too, was locked up at the funeral
Nigga couldn’t bome through, free my niggas out the system
I was tripping for a minute, now I’m back up on that mission
«It's whatever dawgs» on my tombstone
Smith & Wesson forty, nigga, two toned
Thirty lines deep, nigga, too gone
Stepping out the lobby, nigga, two hoes