Going Out Sad lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
[…] [?] (Go)
b*tch I'm good everywhere I don't check in (Good)
I got n*ggas on deck by the west end (Go)
Yeah they younger but all of ‘em aiming (Gang)
f*ck that b*tch from the back, now she aching
n*ggas can't get it ‘cause n*ggas ain't patient (Shlatt)
Walk out them [?] and it's name like a patient (Yeah, brr)
Who that is? (Who it is?)
n*ggas hide behind curtains, the [?] (Let’s go)
If we shaking we poppin’ our fears (Um ay)

[Verse 2: Asian Doll]
Want smoke then we taking it for ransom (Brrah)
With a bad little b*tch, she a dancer (Fatty)
Now smoking on opps, cancer (Opps)
Pour me a four, I'ma mix it with a fanta (Drank)
Thee’ n*gga really smokin' on back yard (They what?)
In school a n*gga pulled your whole car (They what?)
Kick thots, ho’s, back broad (Ho’s)
Chanel on my waist, my slides they goyard (They yeah)
I'm a bad little b*tch with a fatty (With a fatty)
f*cking on a n*gga, call him daddy (Ooh, daddy, ooh ooh)
That n*gga he love my sass (I'm ay)
Say he wanna ridе this wagon (This what?)
Now you wanna get behind it (Ooh, behind)
Slow motion, I'm grinding (Ooh)
Throwing that ass, got a big big back
So the b*tch real mad, I ain't going out sad (What?)
[Verse 3: Bhad Bhabie]
Pretty b*tch ain’t no doubt b*tch you know me (Know me)
If I mention your name b*tch you owe me (You owe me)
In L.A. I’m the sh*t just like Kobe (b*tch)
Honestly, it’s the same through New Jersey (Jersey)
b*tch you late to the money, I been had it (Been had it)
In my bed, I’ma magician with jack rabbits (Jack rabbits)
I like karats and I call it all cabbage (All cabbage)
Under twenty-one, still all my ho’s savage (Savage)
And she bitter, oh well ‘cause that ho average (Average)
Asian came up from Dallas so I guess I’ll ball like the old Mavericks (b*tch)
I get millions before I get mad (Mad)
b*tches hating they glad, trash (Trash)
Hm my bad, didn’t mean to say that (Ha ha)