Outta This World

Woah
Where the fuck am I at?
(MariMadeIt)
Woah
Pk
Pk wake up
You see that shit?
Wait

You know better (you know better)
Glen like Heather (Glen like Heather)
What to do (What to do)
It don't matter (It don't matter)
Who are you? (Who are you?)
My pockets fatter (Woohoo)
I'm outta control (I'm out' control)
But you know better (Go)
Yeah you know better (Woah)
I'm not a rat, but I'm 'bout my cheddar (Woah)
Bitch you is light just like a feather (Woah)
I know my bitch pussy is wetter (Go)
I know her shit is outta control
Y'all niggas look, but cannot get her (Hoe you cannot)
I'm blockin' shit, return to sender
I broke her shit, I did not bend her
I change my clothes like I change my flows (I change my clothes like I change my flows
I fuck these bitches, I fuck these hoes
1, 2, 3, Let's go
I change my flows like a change my clothes (Uh huh, uh huh)
Yeah I know you got it, come catch this pose (Let's go)
Gotta chase to the bag, but the bank was closed
When you in the mosh, better throw them bows (Bitch)
When you in that mosh, you cannot stop, better lose your shit cause we on go
Can't fuck with 12, man fuck a cop (Oh my, oh my God)
Gotta ride for my brothers, they stay 10 toes (Oh my, oh my God)
When I call my brothers, they always near (They near)
God is the only man that I fear
I wanna ball like a Cavalier
Ima hold these racks up to my ear
(Woohoo)
Ima hold these racks up to my ear (Ima hold these racks up to my ear)
Can't give no fucks, I do not care (Ion give no fucks)
These niggas my clones, they always stare (Y'all bunch a NPCs bitch)
These niggas my clones, they always stare
Open the mosh, Ima open it up
Slicin' 'em up cause I'm makin' the cut
She want me to stay, but I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh)
She think I'm in love, but I just want my nut (Uh, uh)
I really don't know what she want me to say (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm keepin' it real, stay away from the fake (Uh, uh)
I'm kickin' her out cause she wanna stay late (Uh, uh, uh)
I feel like King Vamp, keep me out of my place (Yeah)
Nigga not slow, if you want we can race (PK)
Shootin' his body, bring out yellow tape (Yeah)
I cannot be no regular, y'all niggas lame (Nah)
Hit up his spot, yeah we cover the face
We got the studio, it's full of them dracs
Masked up, you know we love to take (ahh, ahh)
I pour a four nigga, I pour a eight
Ima fuck on this hoe, ima fuck on her face
We masked up nigga, we do not play (Yeah)
PK, P-P, PK, P-P, P-



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Writer(s): Denzel Nwakibu
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