Out of Town - Oncue

Out of town, I been out of town babe

Going strong, money in my palms (Ayy)

Can’t right these wrongs

That’s why my drink strong (Yeah)

Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)

I don’t need no help, goin for the belt though

Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)

I don’t need no help, goin for the belt though

Weezy Drought 3 on repeat all day

It was FOB, Skinny jeans take this to your grave

Altima on the road yeah that shit was my escape (Oh)

Holes up in the soles, but the road gold paved (Oooh!)

You thought i was good for dead

Talking about bullet in the head

«Good luck break a leg»

Bitch I know you meant it

I own this shit you rent it

Remove you like an appendix

These shirts and frames is vintage

You know I stay on pimpshit

I park that caddy like Linkin (Yeah)

You on my manager’s linked in (Oh)

I’ma go let that sink in

Trying to steal the sauce It’s drippin (Ayy)

What’s up the hold up?

What’s the motive?

You a snake in grass

Didn’t think I notice

Whats the total

Bitch I need that cash

All that fuck shit Its nothing

Bulletproof it ain’t cuttin'

Not the type to use crutches

I just get up and go

Knock me down I get stronger

You know the path has been longer

Light up, and crack a corona

Bout to run train on you hoe

I’ve been gone, I’ve been I’ve been gone (Ayy)

Out of town, I been out of town babe

Going strong, money in my palms (Ayy)

Can’t right these wrongs

That’s why my drink strong (Yeah)

Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)

I don’t need no help, goin for the belt though

Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)

I don’t need no help, goin for the belt though

I was a mess

Fucking depressed

Feels so good

Get it off my chest

I know my self worth now

You can’t afford it

Lifes a bitch tho

That’s why I’m recording

Industry heads be snorting

Flow rare like some Jordans

Girls wanna be my booooo

Money be too important

Artwork, verses, chorus

Fuck a taurus need some porches

Tighten up or Rigormortis

Kindness, weakness turn Deloris bloah!!!

Cuey man be killin' 'em slow

Fuck that shit we billing them doe

Dug my ditch I flipped the script

It’s 3rd and an inch like bitch lets go

Yeah I need them millions

Scratch that I mean billi-ons

Like I’m fucking Billy’s son

Deadass I mean really bruh

I’ve been gone, I’ve been I’ve been gone (Ayy)

Out of town, I been out of town babe

Going strong, money in my palms (Ayy)

Can’t right these wrongs

That’s why my drink strong (Yeah)

Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)

I don’t need no help, goin for the belt though

Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)

I don’t need no help, goin for the belt though