Whats the Reason OUTRO (feat. EK the Prince, Frxnzo, KingDejior, Claybourne the MC & 00SpaceMan) - ITSDENSCITY

M6B shit coup shit gang gang gang Ay what the fuck What the fuck I don't give a fuck They don't show no love They show no love Brought the pack I got my bud That's a fact we going up Shut the fuck up when I speak Suck my dick you ain't gang You look like a bitch to me Listen up write this down I won't ever say it twice Took a L I was down That's a hit on the first night Where's my crown for how I walk I'm on it smooth just like Mike Ain't a crime I needed mine Won't sell my soul for a dime I got mind I got body Now all I need is time She a baddie stick right by me And she don't waste no time Back to the point back to the grind Lotta shit up on my mind We still the best that's the key I'm a rockstar at his prime Ay what the fuck what the fuck nigga You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck nigga Ay what the fuck what the fuck bitch You done fucked up these niggas heartless He dish out the rock then I swish I'm the prince of the streets have your bitch feed me chips Hop in the whip and I dip Pull up foreign we zooming with pack in the zip Pop the clutch hit one hundred and sixty she ducking my dick I don't care if they hate we gon keep making hits Ya we gon keep making hits I fuck models that's twerking for likes in the VIP I'm with coup so we flexing we making em' strip If I throw out more 100's they gon think I'm a lick If they feeling real froggy they jump and get hit Ima star in this shit gotta watch who I'm wit Gotta watch who I'm wit M6B and the Coup shi only team that's legit WHAT Pop a perc and get lit Driving the boat got her tipsy as shit I'm with moodie she buggin she might hit the lick In the Tesla no Audi my hand on the grip Said my hand on the grip Catch that boy lacking we left his moms sick

What you talking bout Said you wouldn't be a fake but you selling out I been moving all this weight I been selling out Take a trip outta space now we getting loud Tell "em say it to my face they don't make a sound I don't ever take a break but lemme break it down Where you at right now Where you at right now Ain't pick up the phone when the opps ran down Got the choir singing that's a opp man down Gang was outside was you stuck in the house Trappin in the rain we don't ever feel a drought What you talking bout? What you talkin bout? You could see the pain in my village man he did em fowl What you talking bout what you talkin bout If you got something say boy you better say it now What you talking bout what you really talkin bout You know I'm with the gang n that's y I'm wylin out If you ain't getting shmoney what tf you talkin bout I ain't gotta ask if you loyal to the team Seeing all this green but nothings what it seems If I ain't chase my dreams I would've never made the team Clocking in time I was never bout the scene Like a shark out of water with a bag amari jeans I'm flying on a jet smoking Za until it make me lean What you talkin bout What ya yellin bout What you really bout Heard you took a lose Can you tell me how? Can you show me why? Why you shouldn't lie? Why you even try? Where the time fly? Are you still getting high Don't ask me why Cause there's no reason to lie If we all just gonna die why not even try

M6B shit coup shit gang gang gang Ay what the fuck What the fuck I don't give a fuck They don't show no love They show no love Brought the pack I got my bud That's a fact we going up Shut the fuck up when I speak Suck my dick you ain't gang You look like a bitch to me Listen up write this down I won't ever say it twice Took a L I was down That's a hit on the first night Where's my crown for how I walk I'm on it smooth just like Mike Ain't a crime I needed mine Won't sell my soul for a dime I got mind I got body Now all I need is time She a baddie stick right by me And she don't waste no time Back to the point back to the grind Lotta shit up on my mind We still the best that's the key I'm a rockstar at his prime Ay what the fuck what the fuck nigga You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck nigga Ay what the fuck what the fuck bitch You done fucked up these niggas heartless He dish out the rock then I swish I'm the prince of the streets have your bitch feed me chips Hop in the whip and I dip Pull up foreign we zooming with pack in the zip Pop the clutch hit one hundred and sixty she ducking my dick I don't care if they hate we gon keep making hits Ya we gon keep making hits I fuck models that's twerking for likes in the VIP I'm with coup so we flexing we making em' strip If I throw out more 100's they gon think I'm a lick If they feeling real froggy they jump and get hit Ima star in this shit gotta watch who I'm wit Gotta watch who I'm wit M6B and the Coup shi only team that's legit WHAT Pop a perc and get lit Driving the boat got her tipsy as shit I'm with moodie she buggin she might hit the lick In the Tesla no Audi my hand on the grip Said my hand on the grip Catch that boy lacking we left his moms sick