The Good Times Are Killing Me (Outro)
(Verse 1)
3 in the morning I don’t wanna go home yet
I feel every bitch ain’t put her number in my phone yet
See shorty in the corner still ain’t give me no dome yet
Pop another adderal to get me thru home stretch , fuck It
We killed the club tonight we did like 20
Bottles in there
lil baby , 42 Dugg they all was in there
Asked my dawg where these bitches keep
Coming from ?
All I know is that tonight I’m having one of them
So wassup mami what’s ya name?
Order anything you like
I’m too drunk too give a fuck
1942 is nice
Just to see my name in lights
20 thousand on my Amex twice
Whole club had they eyes on us
DJ kept shouting me out plus we had them dimes on us
Man we just gotta keep this night going
My girl calling but I’m
Not going
Man I’m just feeling how I’m supposed to feel
Chain cost a 100 and my watch cost a quarter mil
Promised my daughter I would see her in the morning but naw
Daddy’s busy, daddy’s working daddy’s doing his job
6 in the morning I don’t wanna go home yet
This bitch I just met asking me where I’m
Going next
I said wherever you gon end up
And then she told me pull the Benz up
Wit my niggas
Wit some bitches yea I feel like the man
Phone off pray my wifey don’t know where I am
Ima fuck her brains out and then give her a plan
Ima ____
(Yelling)
(Verse 2)
Rolling wit some killas and we hungry so we bout to T up
You ain’t gon keep flexing on us boy u know that ppp up
Poppin all them bottles on the club, you think we wasn’t watching
So we sent them bitches to your table told em get it poppin
And they told us y’all was drunk as fuck so we knew u was lacking
You wanted attention now you got it
And that’s how it happen
See yo niggas left you and you thought them niggas had yo back
See you living good but all my niggas getting table scraps
All my niggas hungry and you dangling food in front of us
Nigga I Will shoot you right now if you don’t the stuff
Finally caught You slipping nigga we been on yo ass for days
Posting all yo watches on the gram and all yo accolades
While my niggas starving in the hood u eating Papi steak
Better run that Patek for a put a bullet in your face
Bet yo wifey called you , now you wish you went home to her
Don’t u got a daughter who gon be at home
Consoling her
This part of getting money they don’t ever tell you bout
You can’t trust nobody, never know who bout to sell you out
Everybody smiling in your face don’t know who real or fake
When you getting paid to everyone you a familiar face
Don’t nobody keep it real wit you
Niggas on your team, really just wanna get rid of you
Popping all them bottles killed your bank account liver too
Guess you never realized the good times was killing you
