"Outta Bounds" lyrics

[G Herbo:]
Damn, them painkillers fo, again
Ayy

Ayy Wizard turn up the instrumental
My brain fucked-up, the only way I clear my mental
They say all dogs go to heaven, or they in the kennel
I'm still in traffic, treating the Rolls truck like a rental

I run with savages, don't put in work if you not official
That four nic' will have him stretched out, without his tissue
Like automatically get put on a shirt, soon as it hit you
Don't go to church, so my raps, that's what they repent to

In Chiraq I'm like a god, all the shit I been through
My wrist colder that my heart, this bitch like a igloo
For the chandelier, you spent a odd 350 didn't you?
Get killed for this, ain't no facade, nigga what's the issue?
Got six whips in my garage, pick a block and spin through
A hollow hit your top, after a year they ass forget you

We made the smoke disappear, let off a hundred missiles
And now that shit crystal clear
Them niggas live in fear
Ain't nun' but hard work and grind, get a nigga here
The Maybach custom-made now, initials in the rear
G Herbo

[Big Opp:]
Got off my ass, got to a bag, I had to do that shit for real
Big Opp the youngest in the trenches, a fucking savage signed a deal
Sometimes I still be wanna slide, like do I rap or do I drill?
But fuck that shit, focus on rap, 'cause that shit help me get these mills

'Cause I know niggas out here slidin', but they hungry missin' meals
Can't even feed your fucking self, but you be out here in the field?
Do not act crazy, you a bitch, you only tough when you off pills
Or catch a body in the raq, fly to LA, I'm in the hills

The biggest opp, so I know them niggas all gon' wanna kill me
But I ain't going, I keep my Drac', and I'm gon' blow 'til this bitch empty
Swerve told me if I slide, he cutting me off, ain't fucking with me
Said I'm richer than my opps, go tell them niggas, up a fifty

Tell them niggas up a hundred, bet them niggas can't up nothin'
Bitch I got B's and I got racks, made niggas cry, still made hundreds
Summertime I'm on their shit, dressed in all black, I was out huntin'
Me and Drench we played it back, jump out the whip and we score buckets

Ran up thousands off the pad, had straight eight jeeps in every color
And yes I know the streets get crazy, fuck the bitches, smoke opp brother
Opp

[Polo G:]
Quick to hop out, he too thirsty, like he want a name or some
Get out the streets, you touchin' thirty, tell his ass to hang it up
Shots like 300 plus, gotta keep a gun to hang with us
Extended clip with drum, them twelve shots that you came with ain't enough

Trenches-raised, so I'm corrupt
Hit the cut, and flame shit up
I knew them pain days'll come
Leave a nigga brain's hanging slumped

You don't wanna see a nigga die
Then what you gang-banging for?
Gettin' drenched and sent up to the sky
That's what your gang famous for

Used to take "L"s, now it's blowouts
Dribblin' 'til the shot clock go out
Caught a goofy outta bounds
And put holes all in his scalp
And pool some blood with they ass out
That's how we left the folks found
I guess dude ain't they homie now
They tryna act like it don't count

Kill a rapper for dissing in his album, and fuck up his rollout
I had the .40 in my couch, flapped inside a dope house
Fuck 12, I keep a closed mouth, don't ask shit I don't know about
Waitin' on him to coach me for a play, and then I ran my own rout

If we see lights from 12, we stomp the gas, and we throw deuces up
This shit ain't nothin' new to us, you ain't got no rank, you won't do enough
Every time my little bro FaceTime me, just came back from shootin' some
Don't hang with snake'nem 'cause they grimy, to survive gotta lose trust

Bitch, bitch, bitch