Lyrics Wildin' Out FR - Retch

Wildin' Out FR

19, was in the club, I was servin' in the VIP
Parked up in front the church, caught the service from the whip
Shit, was gettin' closer to the Lord from out the foreign
Huh, I might be tourin', but I got through joints for the Jordan
6 rings all VV, the bitches from the TV, they be right here, nigga, 3D
Know that was your homie, but we had to knock your man off
And applause made the song, we done been went and ran off
Had work inside the roof and we had pistols in the Jansport
Bitches sendin' pictures, I just send 'em to the airport
Hey, baby, send that pussy through the air for me
The way she slurp me up be feelin' like she care for me
Ha, but I know better, most these bitches for the temporary
We love a thottie?
That’ll be the month of Nevruary
Cartier, I heard you say that boy a visionary
If it was love, then why I never get a visit, Bailey
Live, tote them trizzys, it had really hit me
It be the niggas in your pictures tryna put you 6 feet
Take 'em back to the days trappin' off the 6 speed
I might go Diddy on the Jack like, nigga, what the lick read
Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha
Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again
And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal
Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em
And I ain’t tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha
'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit
And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros
The times I’ll never get again, I down a cup to feel again
Most my enemies be niggas I ain’t never heard of
I only bought this bitch a purse so I could tuck the burner
He got us talkin' like what they like do not concern us
I buy your murders the same way I buy a burger
Bunch of far rice, festival was on you niggas
I let you know right in your face if I don’t rock with niggas
I done had the tré shots that had to box with niggas
I used to have a lot of friends, I had to drop some niggas
They ain’t gon' tell you, but the truth’s I did a lot for niggas
Knife in my back, you sure don’t pat is what I got from niggas
I’m pussy divin' with the nigga that done shot them niggas
The pussy fire but I love it when she top a nigga
Audi R8, bustin' down some posse niggas
You can get cut like Jimmy Brooks, we Jimmy Hoffin' niggas
Phone so poppin' that I dead be sendin' «stops» to niggas
I knew your mother back when she used to cop it, nigga
Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha
Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again
And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal
Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em
And I ain’t tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha
'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit
And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros
The times I’ll never get again, I down a cup to feel again