"Out My Body" lyrics

Racks on me right now
(Fuck it, turn it up, Cashyy)
SRT on every Glock
SRT on every Glock (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Ayy

Last nigga said, "Cool down," (What?) he got hit too (He got hit too)
Last opp died was dissin' on us, now he with Ku (Now he with Ku)
Bloody-ass nigga, I put on for that RW (For RW)
Slidin' with this cougar bitch, can't cap, this ho 'bout thirty-two (Thirty-two)
Poppa like, "You got a Drac'?" Hell yeah, you know I do (You know I do)
Him and Joker trippin', niggas sippin', they shit muddy too
Slidin' windows tinted with them switches, nah, I'm cappin', fool
I know he got his friend, I clean whatever up that's after you (Ayy, ayy)
I'm strapped just like I'm Velcro
Clip look like an elbow (Yeah)
We been fuckin' hoes since way back when rockin' shell toes (Shell toes)
Speak on me, I ask you state facts, don't tell a tale though (Don't tell a tale though)
Solid 'bout them bodies, but these niggas rather tell though (Bitch)
All these fuckin' goofies keep on poppin' out the woodwork (What? Fuck it, turn it up, Cashyy)
We pull out them get backs that make a nigga whole hood hurt (Yeah)
Before this shit be over, we gon' buy they whole hood shirts (Yeah)
And all them niggas hoes, we need to buy they whole hood skirts (Bitch)
Man, no cap, I could've been flooded my wrist (On God)
But the trenches more important, get that bag and send out hits (Yeah)
Drop another fuckin' bag, you make me mad and drop a diss
I put them killers on your mans because he talk a lil' bitch (Bitch)
Now what the fuck your ass gon' do is sit on IG and talk shit (Huh?)
Get in the studio and cap like you was really on a hit (Bitch)
You was 'posed to be a pack, but luckily, them killers missed
Say I fell off, but I fell back, so all you fans, get off my dick (Bitch)
I ain't name droppin', throwin' my subliminals and shit
Lowkey givin' niggas clout, bitch, them days over with (What?)
Pop out, hit him with that chop, he fall, we standin' over jit (What?)
You could die right with your dog, he get involved, we smokin' jit, nigga
Fuck a nigga, I ain't sparin' him, I ain't sparin' shit (Fuck it, turn it up, Cashyy)
Everything affiliated, put that paper on that shit (Buh)
Only got time for money and that murder, not a bitch (Not a bitch)
It's best to never piss me off 'cause you gon' die you make the list
Now I got your ass stepped on, should've had that Teflon
But you didn't, now your motherfuckin' chest gone
Brainless-ass nigga, thought I was the one to rep on (Stupid)
All that fuckin' walkin' got your stupid ass crept on (Goofy)
Uh-huh, tell me this, who head bigger now?
Check on your mans, pussy nigga, I know you figure it out (Haha)
I hit your nerve when he got hit, go 'head and spit it out (Haha)
I drop that shit, bro hit the switch and get the city hot, bitch

Racks on me right now, nigga
SRT on every Glock, nigga know how I'm fuckin' rockin', nigga
You feel me?
My heart on the North, but I got love on the East, gang