Lyrics Real Outro - Cashoutt Chris

Yeah
And this should be the real outro
Because I know y'all like this vibe
I know y'all fuckin wit the ok
It don't even matter
It's the real outro though
Yeah
Uh ha
Yeah
And this how y'all know
This off top of the head
Cuz I'm just in here
Vibing and nodding my head
Just like you
Uhh
Yeah
This the real outro
Right here
Uhh ha
Uhh ha
Look

Eyes burning from the doeja
Damn near wreaked a rover
Tattoos on my arms
Wrist got a a Audemars
That's a diamond patek
Bitch my diamonds in wreaks
You a jealous ass nigga
And I'm a real ass nigga
Look
I'm motivating the kids
Escalade with the tint
I ain't paying no rent
I cashed out a crib
In winter twenty six
When I was twenty four
Had no where else to go
So I came to you
Cuz I thought you was the truth
Ima tell my story
Got rings like Horry
Cuz a nigga go hard
Man I'm coming from a city
Where these niggas pull ya card
If I pull this nine
Shit I might have to serve time
But my mama ain't crying
Shit bet my mama ain't flying
To a grave site
You know the games right
Snapping pics of the za
On a public flight
These other niggas rolling woods
But they hella tight
And since the quarantine
These bitches been on club house
I been stacking it and planning
Sitting in the house
Running up the scoreboards
Like a pro team
Some niggas make it happen
Some niggas just make memes
Some niggas getting it cracking
And some niggas just site seeing
Nigga
And I like breathing
OG kush is my scent too
Going in like the rent due
Free my cousin Darius
From the muthafuckin' pen foo

What up big homie
I don't really shout out people on these songs
But I'm grateful for a lot of shit man
The last year alone
Has been fucked up
And I just wanna thank everybody
Who had something to do with this project
And my project before
You know what I'm saying
Shoutout to my videographers
My muthafuckin' producers
The engineer who engineered this song
You know what I'm saying
Shoutout to my mama
You feel me
All them nights I needed to call
Shout out to my mama
Shout out to my brothers
Shout out to the ones that crossed me
Shout out to the niggas who stuck wit me
Shout out to the fake friends
The fake family
The fake bitches that folded on a nigga
You know what I'm saying
This the real outro
And this whole song was a freestyle
I swear to God
Liquor and weed in this bitch
This all off top of the head
Studder and all
Fly and all
Nigga
I know niggas be thinking like
That nigga Cashoutt Chris
Be talking his shit
Popping his shit
But I really do
I really do
Nigga
Uhh