Out Of Bounds
Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah
Yeah, GUCCI
Ayy, fifteen, ayy
Bitch, I'm out of bounds
Still makin' plays, my old bitch say she want me around
Still smokin' this gas, ain't no tellin' when I am comin' down
Keep the convo short, the money ain't come in a long way
Me and gang in the crib, just pourin' this shit up like all day
Bitches, they all fake, ayy
Protected like AllState
Showin' skin like a bald, fade
I told her, "Call me"
No, IG, we'll get live
Steady goin' up for all my guys
Where you been like all my life?
Been lookin' but I cannot find
Drink liquor but you age like wine
Niggas broke, where the fuck you lyin'?
Who gon' be there when I check the time?
I don't even really call you mine
No one really, like, check the signs
Not unless it's a dollar
I don't give a bitch a follow
Cuddle with an IG model
Met a lil' ho in L.A., yeah
That bitch, M-I-A
You can't hold me down, yeah
You get sent away
I need you right now, but I cannot say
Racks on me right now
My pants full of cake
Bitch, I'm out of bounds
Still makin' plays, my old bitch say she want me around
Still smokin' this gas, ain't no tellin' when I am comin' down
Keep the convo short, the money ain't come in a long way
Me and gang in the crib, just pourin' this shit up like all day
Bitches, they all fake, ayy
Protected like AllState
Showin' skin like a bald, fade
I told her, "Call me"
No, IG, we'll get live
Steady goin' up for all my guys
Where you been like all my life?
Been lookin' but I cannot find
Yeah, GUCCI
Ayy, fifteen, ayy
Bitch, I'm out of bounds
Still makin' plays, my old bitch say she want me around
Still smokin' this gas, ain't no tellin' when I am comin' down
Keep the convo short, the money ain't come in a long way
Me and gang in the crib, just pourin' this shit up like all day
Bitches, they all fake, ayy
Protected like AllState
Showin' skin like a bald, fade
I told her, "Call me"
No, IG, we'll get live
Steady goin' up for all my guys
Where you been like all my life?
Been lookin' but I cannot find
Drink liquor but you age like wine
Niggas broke, where the fuck you lyin'?
Who gon' be there when I check the time?
I don't even really call you mine
No one really, like, check the signs
Not unless it's a dollar
I don't give a bitch a follow
Cuddle with an IG model
Met a lil' ho in L.A., yeah
That bitch, M-I-A
You can't hold me down, yeah
You get sent away
I need you right now, but I cannot say
Racks on me right now
My pants full of cake
Bitch, I'm out of bounds
Still makin' plays, my old bitch say she want me around
Still smokin' this gas, ain't no tellin' when I am comin' down
Keep the convo short, the money ain't come in a long way
Me and gang in the crib, just pourin' this shit up like all day
Bitches, they all fake, ayy
Protected like AllState
Showin' skin like a bald, fade
I told her, "Call me"
No, IG, we'll get live
Steady goin' up for all my guys
Where you been like all my life?
Been lookin' but I cannot find
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Joseph Edward Flanagan, Ian Francis
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