"Outta Town" lyrics

(Getta Beats)

[BabyTron:]
Out of town lookin' for a plug like my phone finna die
How much your 'fit cost is what I throw in the Sprite
The way I'm drivin', they might throw in the spikes
Reverend Reggie, you ain't never blowed in your life

[TrDee:]
You be hittin' anything, you ain't got a type
Been puttin' in leg work, I don't need a strike
I'll meet you at the top, I ain't scared of heights
You don't know how much I'm worth, I ain't finna fight

[StanWill:]
You don't know how much I went and spent on all this ice
Dropped a fifty on my opps, throw me on Ballislife
I just be coppin' shit, won't even talk a price
Funny, I ain't have the flash attached, but he still saw the light

[BabyTron:]
What I had on me last night could've bought your life
What I had on me last night could've bought your wife
Amiris full of so much shit, I hope I brought some wipes
You gon' walk out and get sniped, I don't walk in Snipes

[TrDee:]
Like my bitch low-key, not with a bunch of likes
Man, I'm somewhere on the top floor, you ain't seen this sight
If you ain't seen me in a while, I was gettin' right
We be really trippin' in the whips, it used to be the bikes

[StanWall:]
Now we ball for real, it used to be the Tikes
You in a gang full of snitches, all I see is mice
I can make a hundred racks, I only need a mic
When I'm aimin', 5950 is what be in sight (Bah)

[BabyTron:]
I might hit a nose to be precise
Rhude 'fit, I don't really know how to be polite
Lil' broke ho live the bottom-feeder life
Geek Squad, poppin' P's while we droppin' threes in Sprites

[TrDee:]
You not even from the city, you from Sterling Heights
Doggy got to tellin', they ain't even read his rights
You gon' have some ups and downs, don't believe the hype
I know I would still be him if I ain't touch the mic

[StanWill:]
All his hoes ugly, doggy probably fuckin' dykes
Lil' ho get left if she don't suck it right
Eleven hundred on my feet, these ain't no fuckin' Mikes
Quick to up my Mickey, got a nigga Donald Duckin' (Fah)

[BabyTron:]
This lil' bitch a kid, all she do is fuss and fight
Runnin' up a check while I'm runnin' lights
Take that lid off, boy, that's just a cup of ice
Feel like Marty in the Air Mags, bet the truck gon' fly

[TrDee:]
Bitch, I'm in here every week, you better be polite
You ain't never been in my position, I don't need advice
Ain't no givin' up now, I see an M in sight
I'll turn this into Columbine, please keep it nice

[StanWil:]
If I hit it once, bet I beat it twice
I'm on the road bustin' plays, used to seein' sights
Them bitches Off-White, you see me and Mike's
Do the right thing to my soda, that bitch need a spike

[StanWill:]
Bitch, Dog Shit Militia