Outta Bounds

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Let me tell you 'bout this crazy story, I walked down the street It was just them, my Glock, and me, guess them pussies think I'm sweet But [?], boy, I was wrong, I was just thirteen with .223 Aim it at his dome, gotta make it home to see Ms. E Let me get back to the strip, he clutch this fire, let it rip Plus his partner got a switch but he don't know how to use that bitch Ain't gon' lie, it passed my eye, I thought I'd die when it went off APD came down the street, I'm movin' fast, I can't get caught Plus they still shootin' at me, I had to rock out with my Glock You know I came up out that cut, say fuck the law, I let it pop Then I hit my brother phone, he say, "Lil' twin, boy, you just O.D'd" But you know that I can't go, might have a shoot-out with the police But he still gon' come and pick me up, it's do or die, he don't give a fuck He didn't have no other way, I told him, "Take my mama truck" I hear dogs barkin', in the wood, shit ain't goin' good I don't give a fuck, that's on my child, I'm goin' back to the hood [Chorus] I might cause a tragedy, drop a hunnid where his daddy sleep Drill, drill, drill, murder time, it take control of me Long as I got my mama, I don't need no bitch holdin' me Down, he a clown, better not catch you out of bounds [Verse 2] When you see some blood come out of score, that shit gon' turn you cold Niggas droppin' back to back 'cause they can't stop, this shit gettin' old Know I make my mama proud, she still be prayin' for her child They kicked me out of every school, start slangin' fire, swear I was wild Drill style, I get real loud Tryna play with me like a pussy, you gon' make me kill y'all I ain't even get no sleep, I've been workin', ain't nobody perfect She can get a half of this lil' Perky, I can't buy her Birkin Get behind yo' bitch, you cryin' and shit 'cause you can't find a bitch Talk shit on the 'Gram, but niggas get scared when I'm on slime shit I don't know what's wrong, hit a beat and get to ridin' shit I'm wylin' out, better get your bitch before I fly her out In the different zone, yeah, money what my mind on Shots come out that fully, leave a pussy nigga spine gone Red zone, they say Anti tweakin' out, that lil' boy got a dead soul He mad at me, 'cause his bitch be bitin' like a red nose [Chorus] I might cause a tragedy, drop a hunnid where his daddy sleep Drill, drill, drill, murder time, it take control of me Long as I got my mama, I don't need no bitch holdin' me Down, he a clown, better not catch you out of bounds