OUT BAD lyrics

[Intro]
Realize sometimes n*ggas watchin' you (Woah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, woah)
Yeah, woah (Yeah, woah)
Yeah, woah
Yeah (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woah)
Yeah, woah

[Chorus]
I put stacks on yo head (Rack, rack)
Got too much ice, that's sled (Oh yeah)
Only racks make me jump out the bed (Woo)
Roll a 3.5, take off the edge
I got VETEMENTS on my leg
I was eighteen, I was goin' out bad (Oh yeah)
Poppin' my sh*t, now I'm comin' correct (Yeah, yeah)
I get high, then go make a song
I mix the Prada with Comme des Garçons (f*ck goin' on?)
I'm too high to pick up thе phone (Fly)
Really nevеr should've came back home (Really never should've came back)
Shawty chill, why you actin' like that?
Girl you know you don't wanna stay mad (Yeah, yeah)
I try hard to love these b*tches (Yeah, yeah), but these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nun'

[Verse]
I done got my heart broke by some fine sh*t, huh (Out bad, out bad, out bad)
I be thinkin' these hoes tryna line me
I be thinkin' these hoes on some slime sh*t
Need a show, I been missin' the mosh pit (I been missin', I been missin' the mosh pit), huh
Got my pole out, I been on some hot sh*t
I can't trust hoes, they toxic, dawg (Woah)
Had to pop my sh*t one time, 'cause I got tired of losin' (Had to pop my sh*t)
Clutchin' hard like I'm JT, lil' n*gga, I walk with a Uzi (Lil Uzi)
Can't fall for the bullsh*t, n*gga can't slip up, boy you better tie up them shoes (Better tie them)
n*gga try me, or one of my dawgs, I'm takin' that lil' n*gga life on the news (Life on the news)
This b*tch tryna take my soul, she losin' control, she tight like a noose (Yeah)
New vibe, I done took to the room (Yeah)
Your b*tch pus*y ain't tight, sh*t loose (Yeah)
Kickin' sh*t in East Atlanta, I been flashin' out with the troops (Yeah, yeah)
I been tryna mind my manners, I make a play, and then they get it too (Ha)
Huh (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I put stacks on yo head (On yo head)
Got too much ice, that's sled (That's sled)
Only racks make me jump out the bed (The bed)
Roll a 3.5, take off the edge (Oh yeah)
I got VETEMENTS on my leg
I was eighteen, I was goin' out bad (Goin' out bad)
Poppin' my sh*t, now I'm comin' correct (Now I'm comin' correct)
I get high, then go make a song (Then I go make a song)
I mix the Prada with Comme des Garçons (That's Comme des Garçons)
I'm too high to pick up the phone (To pick up the phone)
Really never should've came back home (Really never should've came back)
Shawty chill, why you actin' like that? (Why you actin' like that?)
Girl you know you don't wanna stay mad (You don't wanna stay mad)
But these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nun'