Outta Town (feat. Mac Mois)
808 Kartel,
Ayyee Rappa Pass The Blunt Blood,
Let It Ride Rappa AyE
I'm in New York on my LA shit
I'm outta town but they need they fix
If you ain't got 350
you can't smoke this zip
I only sell za you can ask ya bitch
Matter of fact you should ask her
how she take the dick
The hoes watch me on TV
like I'm jadakiss
Too many niggas hate me
so I keep the blick
Every time I slide I gotta tint the whip
I be ridin dirty I ain't tryna go federal
I don't smoke I don't eat no edibles
But I might sip a lil bit
might drink a lil juice gotta nigga bent
But it gotta be the wock tho
All this coke in my spot like el Chapo
I be Trappin got it feelin like the Narcos
Every time I bus a sale
watch out for the narcs Hoe
Hit it one time got um leanin like Billy Jean
Got so many knocks
they be Thinkin I be sellin cream
Too many hatin so I gotta keep the beam
Fucked yo bitch too many times
turned her to a fiend
I'm in New York
on my LA shit
I'm outta town
but they need they fix
If you ain't got 350
you can't smoke this zip
I only sell za
you can ask ya bitch
Matter of fact you should ask her
how she take the dick
The hoes watch me on TV
like I'm jadakiss
Too many niggas hate me
so I keep the blick
Every time I slide
I gotta tint the whip
All this Trappin in these streets
got my heart froze
The block hot
but I keep it in the cargos
All these racks so I can't let um take me
all this guap but I don't keep it in the Saftey
I be outta state
but I don't tell um what I'm doin
Bitches FaceTime me
tryna ask me what I'm doin
Don't trip just pick me up from the port
narcs get behind me
gotta throw this bitch up in sport
Hit a couple lefts
and a right then I'm gone
I ain't gotta pop a pill
to fuck her in the morning
Sippin 42
I'm only fuckin wit the Don
I ain't fuckin ratchet hoes
I'm only fuckin ona dime
I'm in New York on my LA shit
I'm outta town
but they need they fix
If you ain't got 350
you can't smoke this zip
I only sell za
you can ask ya bitch
Matter of fact
you should ask her
how she take the dick
The hoes watch me on TV
like I'm jadakiss
Too many niggas hate me
so I keep the blick
Every time I slide
I gotta tint the whip
Let It Ride Rappa Aye
Ayyee Rappa Pass The Blunt Blood,
Let It Ride Rappa AyE
I'm in New York on my LA shit
I'm outta town but they need they fix
If you ain't got 350
you can't smoke this zip
I only sell za you can ask ya bitch
Matter of fact you should ask her
how she take the dick
The hoes watch me on TV
like I'm jadakiss
Too many niggas hate me
so I keep the blick
Every time I slide I gotta tint the whip
I be ridin dirty I ain't tryna go federal
I don't smoke I don't eat no edibles
But I might sip a lil bit
might drink a lil juice gotta nigga bent
But it gotta be the wock tho
All this coke in my spot like el Chapo
I be Trappin got it feelin like the Narcos
Every time I bus a sale
watch out for the narcs Hoe
Hit it one time got um leanin like Billy Jean
Got so many knocks
they be Thinkin I be sellin cream
Too many hatin so I gotta keep the beam
Fucked yo bitch too many times
turned her to a fiend
I'm in New York
on my LA shit
I'm outta town
but they need they fix
If you ain't got 350
you can't smoke this zip
I only sell za
you can ask ya bitch
Matter of fact you should ask her
how she take the dick
The hoes watch me on TV
like I'm jadakiss
Too many niggas hate me
so I keep the blick
Every time I slide
I gotta tint the whip
All this Trappin in these streets
got my heart froze
The block hot
but I keep it in the cargos
All these racks so I can't let um take me
all this guap but I don't keep it in the Saftey
I be outta state
but I don't tell um what I'm doin
Bitches FaceTime me
tryna ask me what I'm doin
Don't trip just pick me up from the port
narcs get behind me
gotta throw this bitch up in sport
Hit a couple lefts
and a right then I'm gone
I ain't gotta pop a pill
to fuck her in the morning
Sippin 42
I'm only fuckin wit the Don
I ain't fuckin ratchet hoes
I'm only fuckin ona dime
I'm in New York on my LA shit
I'm outta town
but they need they fix
If you ain't got 350
you can't smoke this zip
I only sell za
you can ask ya bitch
Matter of fact
you should ask her
how she take the dick
The hoes watch me on TV
like I'm jadakiss
Too many niggas hate me
so I keep the blick
Every time I slide
I gotta tint the whip
Let It Ride Rappa Aye
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Writer(s): Ruben Aranda
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