Ricky Racks - Can't Go Out Sad lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] Yeah Talk to me See this day and age, these young n***as getting paid [Verse 1: Quavo] Wrist clear, Sprite, yuh Mike Tyson bite, yuh Cup real dirty, yuh Motorcross bike, yuh We don't fist fight Chopper real life Double seal tight Detroit got me right Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got mildew Kick her out cause she keep filming They calling me Bob the Builder Quavo Paul Pierce em', whip a ball, Wilson Put my all in that bowl, put my all in it I want all my dogs to win it I want all my dogs to win it Remember my dog was sentenced (no, no) I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning Just get in the Benz and sit in (Talk to em'!) C'mon (Ay!) (Get in there!) (Chill!) (C'mon!) Standing in the trap, been a long day Thinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real Housewives Now it's no more crying, cause we upper echelon I can make a Tuesday, go up like a Saturday Don't play where you fools play, you must be from out of state Molly yo girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates Dabbing in Raf Simmons yeah I dress the huncho everyday Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from Kuwait Everyday, everyday, young n***a looking for bae Got a b**h on Jimmy and she do whatever huncho say Her boyfriend wanna be me cause I keep that sh** the gangster way [Refrain: Quavo] I got to put you down Ay man, these n***as goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Naw, 'specially bout that b**h [Hook: Quavo] I'm not goin' out sad (x3) 'Specially bout that b**h I can't go out sad (x3) 'Specially bout that b**h [Verse 2: Offset] (Offset!) Not bout the b**h, naw, not bout the b**h She call just for the dick Aw, lord, don't say this your b**h I'm young and rich But I can strong arm a brick I heard you was born a b**h Rick Owens they cost your rent Pay up, straight up John Wick got to put the K up I'mma smash ya but we don't lay up I'mma bachelor get ya weight up Throw the north, b**h you know where we from Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum You can be rich and a bum I want it all, not some She f**ing for fame, for sumn I think she came for money I swear I ain't hurting for nothing So I just gave the money Hoes in my house like Hugh Heffner But I'mma slay the bunnies She goin' insane, she talk' bout my main quit sayin' my name lil' mama [Refrain: Quavo] I got to put you down Ay man, these n***as goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Naw, 'specially bout that b**h [Hook: Quavo] I'm not goin' out sad (x3) 'Specially bout that b**h I can't go out sad (x3) 'Specially bout that b**h [Verse 3: Takeoff] (Takeoff!) I can't, go out, sad about no b**h Who me? Takeoff never mad about no b**h Depressed need to get some off my chest, ain't stressed about that b**h She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that b**h Bad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crash That's goin' out sad You took on her on a date with dad The question is boy did you smash? Been strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a b**h have (tricked you) Aw man, goddamn, these n***as goin' out sad Wifin' ho's up, there's not one n***a the hood done been had Smash, cuff, but you can pa**, ignore but can't erase the past If she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's yo a** [Refrain: Quavo] I got to put you down Ay man, these n***as goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Naw, 'specially bout that b**h [Hook: Quavo] I'm not goin' out sad (x3) 'Specially bout that b**h I can't go out sad (x3) 'Specially bout that b**h