[Verse 1] I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called With them killers in the city screaming "Redrum" Seen the opps and you ain't shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong I talk to my pops every day in the feds cause he got a cellphone I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain't tell none These niggas don't play with us, we said it and it's gon' get done Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I'm duckin' bedbugs Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul If you ain't gang and you come around, we take your pole Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes Five'nem hit you five times with that Glock, that's cause they Moes (Stones) And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can't get cash for gold Limousine, stretch him, I can't wait 'til we catch him (Pack) Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him Foenem got him, he gon' be dead I can't at him, he ain't no snake, so why he rattle? His ass a rat, I know he tattle I know day one's who was here for the battle
[Chorus] Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place I'm outta place, outta place, outta place I feel I'm outta place
[Verse 2] I told my main circle I got 'em Whatever it is, it really don't matter, I got 'em (Yeah) Three million cash for my next album, [?] cash do matter Doing good, but you could do better I feel off and turned to an addict I pick X pills over addy I send big love to my granny I fucked a hooper bitch in Miami I can't say her name cause that'd do damage I fucked eight times and I changed my number I would say the team but that'd be petty No handshakes, head nod Go to Iowa to get it off All the opps fanned out, every time they look up it's man down Put some money on my head, I'ma tell you right now go get it back You brought them lies to the people on the homicide but you spilled them facts Don't sit around me, they shot your homie, pussy got get him back Get him whacked, homicide We don't apologize, your street rep is denied Pussy told us slide, that's when he died Rocket launcher, Number-huh
[Chorus] Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place I'm outta place, outta place, outta place I feel I'm outta placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
