The Good Times Are Killing Me (Outro)

Four in the morning, I don't wanna go home yet

I feel like every chick ain't put her number in my phone yet

See shorty in the corner, still ain't give me no dome yet

Popped another Adderall to get me through home stretch

Fuck it

We killed the club tonight, we did like twenty 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, mama, 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

Put twenty-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

Wifey calling but I'm not going

Man, I'm just feeling how I'm supposed to feel

Chain cost a hundred, watch cost a quarter mil

Promised my daughter I would see her in the morning but nah

Daddy's busy, daddy's working, daddy's doing his job

Six in the morning, I don't wanna go home yet

This chick 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 ****, wit' some bitches, yeah, I feel like the man

Phone off, pray my wifey don't know where I am

I'ma fuck her brains out and then give her a plan

I'ma

Rolling wit' some killas and we hungry so we 'bout to T up

You ain't gon' keep flexing on us, boy, you 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 you was lacking

You wanted attention, now you got it and that's how this happen

See yo **** left you and you thought them **** had yo back

See you living good but we ain't living that good where we at

All my **** hungry and you dangling food in front of us

****, I will shoot you right now if you don't run that stuff

Finally caught you slipping, ****, we been on yo ass for days

Posting all them watches on the Gram and all them accolades

While my **** starving in the hood, you eating Papi steak

Better run that Patek 'fore I blow this Draco in your face

Bet yo wifey called you, now you wish that you went home to her

Don't you got a daughter? Who gon' be at home consoling her?

This the 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

**** on your team really all wanna get rid of you

Popping all them bottles killed your bank account and liver too

I guess you never realized the good times was killing you