Retch - Out Da Lobby lyrics

(Produced by Josh Nelson) [Verse 1] Outside selling work, no cell phone Fiends running up, face well known, n***a Just popped bail for a strap charge 50k, no ten percent, wasn't that hard f**ed up punk, think he planted that Raided the trap, ain't find sh**, n***as couldn't handle that We gon' get the sh** 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 sh**, n***a Hit the light skin Backs ‘cause them sh**s burn quicker Got the president of Backwoods on text, n***a Shooting boxes to the brib just to flex, n***a [Hook] Hits with every double dose on my tombstone (tombstone) Smith & Wesson forty, n***a, two toned (two toned) Thirty lines deep, n***a, too gone (too gone) Stepping out the lobby, n***a, two hoes [Verse 2] Just gotta 'notha eighth cause I'm a brackhead Blackout Boyz front runner, Lil ½ Dead Rest In Peace King Yams, n***a I was just on facetime with my mans, n***a Got the news next morning Tears running down my face, n***a, still yawning Can't even remember, everything just went black, n***a sh**, you don't even know the half, n***a So I'ma pour these pints for my n***a f**ing all these b**hes, getting right for my n***a Take it to the top, getting money for my n***a Get the Lamborghini drop, pour muddy for my n***a R.I.P. my n***a Huss, tools locked up at the funeral n***a couldn't run through, free my n***as out the system I was tripping for a minute, now I'm back up on that mission [Hook] Hits with every double dose on my tombstone Smith & Wesson forty, n***a, two toned Thirty lines deep, n***a, too gone Stepping out the lobby, n***a, two hoes