Weiland

"Outta Luck"

[Intro]
Ginseng!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, Young Rich did this one, lil' b*tch!

[Chorus]
Outta luck, you outta luck
Ran off with the pack, you outta luck, yeah
Outta luck, you outta luck, yeah
I ran off with the pack, you outta luck
Big bankrolls, my pants can’t fold
Moncler coat gold, my neck on froze
My Glock on go, my soul I sold

[Verse]
Hop out with a bag, God, these b*tches bad
Goin' out sad, you goin' out sad
Hop in my bag, I hop in my bag
Baby, why you sad? Your man’s a fag
I get the bands, I get the bands, I love to brag

[Chorus]
Outta luck, you outta luck
Ran off with the pack, you outta luck, yeah
I get the bands, I get the bands, I love to brag
I get the bands, I get the bands, I love to brag
Outta luck, yeah, you outta luck, yeah
Ran off with the pack, you outta luck, yeah

[Outro]
Outta luck, outta luck, outta luck, yeah

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