Out The Mix

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rell On The Track) [Verse] They told you get it back in blood, bitch, I got it from the dirt I can't stop pourin' mud, brodie keep chewin' Percs Don't count your eggs until they hatch, don't trust your plan until it work If you trappin', hit my line, I got good numbers on them chirps I can get 'em to your door, buy two, I send four I'll still be that nigga if this rap shit never blow I ain't lyin' to you, nigga want some 'bows, I'll fly 'em to you 'Bout two hundred thousand on the 'Gram, who wanna sign to me? Biggest, huh I don't go nowhere without my niggas, huh Every time I see a group of hoes, I want the thickest one And I know these niggas really don't like me, so them switches tucked Last nigga tried to get down, we had to send him up Put that boy above the roof, my young niggas love to shoot Hit them niggas blocks so many times, made it uncomfortable Flip that bitch around the second time, they ain't know what to do Niggas better duck or run, get behind the truck or somethin' All that shit from Golden Sun, even Ski's spent it, huh Never been the one to done, fifty thousand just on guns Twenty thousand on the light day, I do this shit for fun I watch a nigga get rich off of rap while he was on the run I like to keep the money neat, keep a band there right I'm a stand-up type, last of a dyin' breed First to leave the crime scene, all I do is find beans Got my whole arm buss, you ever seen time freeze? I feel like Boosie in '07, tell the bitch to wipe me down I feel like Sosa in 012, 'cause bronem keep them pipes around I feel like me in 2017 when I dropped "Hold Me Down" Niggas can't fuck with me then and they can't fuck with me now Since he had my name in it, we gon' shoot him in his mouth I'm a P-Rock baby livin' in a million dollar house I can't let these niggas trick me out my spot, I made it out Family and money two things I don't play about I be stayin' out the mix, you know that shit'll get you killed I ain't into makin' friends, that ain't even how I'm built I'ma last a long time 'cause I got my own mind I don't follow after niggas bitch, I walk my own line Me and brodie put our heads together, that's a goldmine He ain't bring his pole out, so I let him hold mine Boy, you know I ride with two of 'em, I got that shit for other They get behind me, bitch, keep goin', we got a chopper in the trunk