Out of Luck
[Intro: Fells]
Ferno spazzed on this motherfucker
Gibbo
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fells]
Kill all my enemies, that is my energy, uh, do this shit until infinity
Murder my remedy, that shit especially, uh, ain’t no way that you’ll get rid of me
Ain’t no offending me, shots to your head like you Kennedy, mean that shit literally, uh
Killing you bitches on beats (skrt)
After this Ima get charged with a felony
Got all that I wanted, now bitches be calling me hypebeast
I made my way off of type beats
I’m legendary and there ain’t nobody that’s like me
I’m getting checks like I’m Nike
Got the force like I’m Luke but I ball like I’m Luka
I make it rain, I’ma certified shoota

[Verse 2: FatSav & Fells]
Arash on the track and I’m smoking this hookah
Shine in the sun like my name Devin Booker
Fucking these bitches and models and hookers
Baguettes on my diamonds, my neck full of boogers
We got nothing in common, I’m stacking up commas
Got nothing on me, you still live with your mama
I swim with pirhaanas and sharks, bite me harder
We sing Lemonade and we bumping Ranada
I’m smoking this beat like it’s some marijuana
Or ganja, whichever one takes me farther
[Chorus: Fells]
Bitch I’m too turnt up (yeah)
Ballin since a youngin’, feel like Andre Drummond, give two fucks (yeah)
Play with me, I might just pass the controller
You’ll lose cause you out of luck (yeah)
Lose, you out of luck
Yeah, yeah, you out of luck (yeah)
You lose cause you out of luck, yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Bauer & Fells]
Learned from the OG’s, ball like Anunoby (yeah, yeah)
Don’t act like you know me, stay golden like Kobe
I’m topping these bitches, I feel like I’m Obi
Black and white whip, that shit look like a panda
Hop out to Icebox when I’m in Atlanta
Double cup Fanta when I’m in the phantom
You Demi Lovato, stop acting so random

[Verse 4: CC, Yung Abe & Fells]
Gooned on the the track and I gooned on your cousin
I’m Superbad like my name is McLovin
Gooned on your sister, I’m gooning all day
Call me the rasta, I’m still getting paid (nah)
This shit ain’t new, since a kid I’ve been ballin
Got 30 rocks on my wrist like Alec Baldwin
Can’t handle the hype, get a grip of the Spalding
My glow up is now, man this shit so appalling
[Chorus: Fells]
Bitch I’m too turnt up (yeah)
Ballin since a youngin’, feel like Andre Drummond, give two fucks (yeah)
Play with me, I might just pass the controller
You’ll lose cause you out of luck (yeah)
Lose, you out of luck
Yeah, yeah, you out of luck (yeah)
You lose cause you out of luck, yeah

[Verse 5: Lil JuJu & Fells]
Brand new AP like I play for the Vikings
Look at my drip, got your eyes on the ice king (ice, ice)
Come with the thunder, I come with the lightning
Ball like the Thunder, ain’t nobody like me
Checks keep on pouring in
Feels just like I live in Oregon
How bitches ducking me, uh (ducking me)
They tryna steal my moment
Feel like Aaron Gordon
No, I cannot let em fuck with me (nah)

[Verse 6: Orladelph & Fells]
You know that its Orladelph, now I got more to sell (waffle it)
I bring the energy like I am Duracell
Don’t do this rap shit but now I be stunting
All of these hoes, now I’m out here hunting
Too many girls, now I’m on to the next one
I don’t need guidance, I need some direction (need it)
This is my year, Ima count up my blessings
This right here is the end of my confession
[Chorus: Fells]
Bitch I’m too turnt up (yeah)
Ballin since a youngin’, feel like Andre Drummond, give two fucks (yeah)
Play with me, I might just pass the controller
You’ll lose cause you out of luck (yeah)
Lose, you out of luck
Yeah, yeah, you out of luck (yeah)
You lose cause you out of luck, yeah

[Verse 7: Fells & FatSav]
Come with the heat like my name Tyler Herro
Look at my bank account, whole lotta zeros
Bitch I’m the man like I’m Robert De Niro
Bitch you my son, like you only a year old
I went to France now I’m counting up euros
9 on my back like my name is Joe Burrow
I’ll keep it short and ill keep it thorough
I got like 5 hoes in each of the boroughs
1.2 in the 6, I’ve made bigger mistakes
Throwing out racks, they’ll come back, boomerang
Flood up my wrist and ice out my chain
Louis V sweater came fresh off the stain
This my campaign, ball like Cameron Payne
This just the intro, we boutta go crazy
The patek is plain, I’m making rain
Taking these drugs to help heal the pain

[Chorus: Fells]
Bitch I’m too turnt up (yeah)
Ballin since a youngin’, feel like Andre Drummond, give two fucks (yeah)
Play with me, I might just pass the controller
You’ll lose cause you out of luck (yeah)
Lose, you out of luck
Yeah, yeah, you out of luck (yeah)
You lose cause you out of luck, yeah

[Outro: Fells & Elaine Zervakos]
Did you miss me?
(Laughs)