Luvv Hadez - * outro * Lyrics

(Wit the extendo, pop sum)
(Ride 'round, split sumn' right now, yeah go ride around)
(Yeah, they hear that gun sound)
(Yeah, they cheer, hear gun sounds)
(Yeah, make shit clear when they pop out)
(Yeah, wit my clique I'm mobbin')
(I'm outside, yeah wit my clique I'm mobbin')
(Looks like I'm runnin' out of pocket)
(Run out, pop 'em)
('fore I go trap, I sick I go popular)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk)

Hope you don't turn to ah opp, damn
Better hold onto yo bitch if you serious, know that bitch on go
Wit the extendo
On E shit, babygirl, no we don't take no slander
Let lil nigga try, they gonn' try to throw the boy in that slammer
Type shit, shrug my shoulder
Tryna blow ya brains out
Tryna blow my brains out wit him
Damn, tryna run the bands up, wonder when the pack gonn' sell
Can't even eat, you just slit up my heart bitch sell that
I'm tryna fly in the sky, see how I sail yeah
Bitch that ship has sailed yeah
Then try get me back, bitch you failed
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
My son, run that bag up, run that bread up
Yeah

(Hope you ain't think I missed that one)
(Yeah, ha)