Out Of State
I'm out of town, I'm out of state
So many pressure plays to make
I got my side bitch moving packs for me
When I go out the way
Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate
Gotta catch this plane
Give her the blick out of the glove box
Here's the drop, bitch don't be late
And all these rappers think they gangsta, they some pussy ain't got rank
Bitch you lucky that the pressures on for me to bend or break
Cuz if it wasn't, bitch my psycho ass would drown you in the lake
Or call your mom and hold you ransom, bitch I need my spread today
It's 4L Gang, bitch I earned my stripes, mobbin' shit for Tray
It's three for one, so you know we sent bout four of em' to the grave
Get out my face bitch, fore' I smack you with this K
Or have Lil Draco kill your family, two for Yodi, two for Tray
They know Deezy BBA, that's FBF and LOH
My youngin' thirsty for some rank so he'll do anything I say
Green light it let it bang, bitch gon' twist you like a braid
Got me tweakin' off this act too many perkys in my drank, bitch
Tweakin' off this drank
Poppin' mollies, perkys, xannies, I can feel it in my face, bitch
Yea, I'm drippin' off the paint
Smokin' cookie, poppin' beans I'm takin' drugs straight to the brain
Man, I told ya'll karma was a bitch and you ain't believe me
Then Flex got hit, now ya'll believe me?
Wanna talk about it, let's talk about it
Most all ya'll pussies won't walk about it
They know when the bag touch down that's me, that's why I get calls about it
Three phones ringin' that's everyday
They mad in the city I control the streets
Errbody in the streets they notice me
These trappers they weak, they bogus to me
If you with the gang, throw the fours up
Me and J-Money can't ever roll in peace
But if you tied in we fours up
That's 4L Gang better rest in peace
I'm out of town, I'm out of state
So many pressure plays to make
I got my side bitch moving packs for me
When I go out the way
Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate
Gotta catch this plane
Give her the blick out of the glove box
Here's the drop, bitch don't be late
I'm out of town, I'm out of state
So many pressure plays to make
I got my side bitch moving packs for me
When I go out the way
Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate
Gotta catch this plane
Give her the blick out of the glove box
Here's the drop, bitch don't be late
So many pressure plays to make
I got my side bitch moving packs for me
When I go out the way
Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate
Gotta catch this plane
Give her the blick out of the glove box
Here's the drop, bitch don't be late
And all these rappers think they gangsta, they some pussy ain't got rank
Bitch you lucky that the pressures on for me to bend or break
Cuz if it wasn't, bitch my psycho ass would drown you in the lake
Or call your mom and hold you ransom, bitch I need my spread today
It's 4L Gang, bitch I earned my stripes, mobbin' shit for Tray
It's three for one, so you know we sent bout four of em' to the grave
Get out my face bitch, fore' I smack you with this K
Or have Lil Draco kill your family, two for Yodi, two for Tray
They know Deezy BBA, that's FBF and LOH
My youngin' thirsty for some rank so he'll do anything I say
Green light it let it bang, bitch gon' twist you like a braid
Got me tweakin' off this act too many perkys in my drank, bitch
Tweakin' off this drank
Poppin' mollies, perkys, xannies, I can feel it in my face, bitch
Yea, I'm drippin' off the paint
Smokin' cookie, poppin' beans I'm takin' drugs straight to the brain
Man, I told ya'll karma was a bitch and you ain't believe me
Then Flex got hit, now ya'll believe me?
Wanna talk about it, let's talk about it
Most all ya'll pussies won't walk about it
They know when the bag touch down that's me, that's why I get calls about it
Three phones ringin' that's everyday
They mad in the city I control the streets
Errbody in the streets they notice me
These trappers they weak, they bogus to me
If you with the gang, throw the fours up
Me and J-Money can't ever roll in peace
But if you tied in we fours up
That's 4L Gang better rest in peace
I'm out of town, I'm out of state
So many pressure plays to make
I got my side bitch moving packs for me
When I go out the way
Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate
Gotta catch this plane
Give her the blick out of the glove box
Here's the drop, bitch don't be late
I'm out of town, I'm out of state
So many pressure plays to make
I got my side bitch moving packs for me
When I go out the way
Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate
Gotta catch this plane
Give her the blick out of the glove box
Here's the drop, bitch don't be late
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Writer(s): Dylan Estep
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