A Trip To the Outskirts

Yeah, Out of body

Fuck a rap nigga bunch drug addicts in they feelings
Bitch i injured ya ego i can see you grimace
Yea he claiming he street but he soft as linen
I Tom Brady this shit boy you Colt Brennan
Laurana Bobbitt ya' flow now you Cait Jenner
Bitch I'm scrapin the pot like i ate dinner
Eight winters held it down wit' a heater flow
I love to watch 'em switch yea you turned to my amiga bro Peter roll eat ya' soul
I can brandish a F and N to leak ya clothes
Dope it'll leak ya nose
I Mookie Betts this anesthesia flow uh take you under
In hindsight bitch im loud as lightning quick than as thunder
Come and wrestle wit' a polar in solar air
Wit' gasoline draws on im grippin paws on
I rip you up
Vultures come and lick you up My metaphors is a bitter taste im sick as fuck
This chopper cuck click and buck
Leave his head creamin red Like a period pussy he leakin' in the pad
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My glock got 9 inch nails like rock band
Pass me the rock man the nigga hot hand
Ja Morant i shake 'em like Parkinson's
The goat its no argument i clap like an audience
Like Megan i body it
This glock got body ody odies Leave 'em in coosa now he's rotting otty otting

Fuck a rap nigga bunch drug addicts in they feelings
Bitch i injured ya ego i can see you grimace
Yea he claiming he street but he soft as linen
I Tom Brady this shit boy you Colt Brennan
Laurana Bobbitt ya flow now you Cait Jenner
Bitch I'm scrapin the pot like i ate dinner
Eight winters held it down wit a heater flow
I love to watch em switch yea you turned to my amiga bro
Fuck a rap nigga bunch drug addicts in they feelings
Bitch i injured ya ego i can see you grimace
Yea he claiming he street but he soft as linen
I Tom Brady this shit boy you Colt Brennan
Laurana Bobbitt ya flow now you Cait Jenner
Bitch im scrapin the pot like i ate dinner
Eight winters held it down wit a heater flow
I love to watch em switch yea you turned to my amiga bro



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Writer(s): Marcus Walker
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