"out of bounds" lyrics
Pussy know I'm never hiding, I be out of bounds
Draw down on a veteran tryna earn yo' fuckin' stripes
I might take yo' zaza
Trap in the daytime, pussy can't trap at night
When we first started, shit was goin' left, now shit goin' right
Thought I was lackin', thought I ain't even had my trip, bitch, I got my pipe
Lil' gang say we some rich shooters, I'm some like 50 Cent
Swiss cheese the car with fifty rounds, his whip got fifty dents
Fine shit keep tugging on my denim, I think she sending hints
Pussy boy think I didn't change, bitch, I got plenty sense
If I see you, you gon' run, so stop that fuckin' cappin'
Bitch, I'll pop a hothead, bitch, you ain't getting active
Fifty-seven guns, we can't lack, we got plenty guns
And you better run, dodgin' hollows, that shit won't be fun
They know lil' Lazer smoke on zaza, I can't do no four feet
They think lil' Lazer finna pop, now everybody know me
Pussy say he got smoke with Lil Fast, we got more shit than police
And I might just snatch a rapper bag, he better not have no Rollie
Get inside the whip and switch the V, lil' gang in the backseat rolling
Who the fuck said we ain't got no blicks in the car?Who the fuck said we lack?
Tryna get the sauce on all the scams, scam, sauce, tax
Zaza bags on Telegram, just tap in with this cat
Walk they gang down by myself, can't do no drill with rats
If you havin' bags, you better not let me know
Where you keep it? Better watch out for Lil Fast, we get yo' badge, you know we sneaky
Nigga beat the trap so bad, 12 might blick this bitch this weekend
Snatching tags off my Off-White, I'm embarrassed what I spent
Fast Gang staying with artillery, we got mags in this bitch
Show them fuck what really goin' on inside the fuckin' bricks
Fast gang really stepping, shit get really real, I might dump two-hundred shells and then I'll leave you in the field
Bitch, I want a mill', we be in the field
Try to run me down, lil' buddy leave you spilled
Draw down on a veteran tryna earn yo' fuckin' stripes
I might take yo' zaza
Trap in the daytime, pussy can't trap at night
When we first started, shit was goin' left, now shit goin' right
Thought I was lackin', thought I ain't even had my trip, bitch, I got my pipe
Lil' gang say we some rich shooters, I'm some like 50 Cent
Swiss cheese the car with fifty rounds, his whip got fifty dents
Fine shit keep tugging on my denim, I think she sending hints
Pussy boy think I didn't change, bitch, I got plenty sense
If I see you, you gon' run, so stop that fuckin' cappin'
Bitch, I'll pop a hothead, bitch, you ain't getting active
Fifty-seven guns, we can't lack, we got plenty guns
And you better run, dodgin' hollows, that shit won't be fun
They know lil' Lazer smoke on zaza, I can't do no four feet
They think lil' Lazer finna pop, now everybody know me
Pussy say he got smoke with Lil Fast, we got more shit than police
And I might just snatch a rapper bag, he better not have no Rollie
Get inside the whip and switch the V, lil' gang in the backseat rolling
Who the fuck said we ain't got no blicks in the car?Who the fuck said we lack?
Tryna get the sauce on all the scams, scam, sauce, tax
Zaza bags on Telegram, just tap in with this cat
Walk they gang down by myself, can't do no drill with rats
If you havin' bags, you better not let me know
Where you keep it? Better watch out for Lil Fast, we get yo' badge, you know we sneaky
Nigga beat the trap so bad, 12 might blick this bitch this weekend
Snatching tags off my Off-White, I'm embarrassed what I spent
Fast Gang staying with artillery, we got mags in this bitch
Show them fuck what really goin' on inside the fuckin' bricks
Fast gang really stepping, shit get really real, I might dump two-hundred shells and then I'll leave you in the field
Bitch, I want a mill', we be in the field
Try to run me down, lil' buddy leave you spilled
