Outchea

B-B-Bad Lucc on the corner with my homies doin' all bad

We talkin' licks, and not to give my brother ball back

Press the line and I'ma whippin' like a grand daddy[?]

Spillin' vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty

107 were them hustlers on that gunplay

Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway

I'm suited up, I sprinkled of molly over 7 grams

They turned a nigga to a ghost over 7 bands

My 5-0-1's hangin, chain swingin

From the prevlass to the Raymonds – gang bangin

Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed

We ain't gonna steal your collar nigga, buck a bill

No bueno, the Sanos, a bunch of Canos

Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since last patranos

Watch bread I'mma poppin like a K move

Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too

Yea I'm outchea (hustlin')

I'm outchea (grindin')

I'm outchea (stuffin')

I'm outchea (rollin')

I'm outchea (geekin')

I'm outchea (roosted)

I'm outchea (beastin')

Nigga, I'm outchea (mean)

Nigga, I'm outchea (mean)

Nigga, I'm outchea

Aye aye aye aye fuck all that shit nigga

You already know what my shit do

Line that shit up my nigga, yea that

T-T-Topic of discussion – where the gang moves

Whippin' through the city like I can't loose

I be outchea with a bad one in the zip and kill her

I tell that bitch you seen my bitch? You better keep it realer

They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams

You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam

Knock a nigga out his shoes for the scheming

Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon

Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin'

I pull your bitch up in this lane and she name changing

Fatty boostin', man I'm pilin' up the molly damn

My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down

To let us get it, call me if she with it

B A D, I'm bout that business, they only fit it