Lyrics Outta My Mind! - Autumn!, Summrs!, SSGKobe

Outta My Mind!

It’s Surreal Gang, lil' bitch
Eddie Gianni
Richard Mille, boy, you out of that time
Feel like Tony Hawk, I’m on my grind
They say I’m a god, they got a shrine
I be sippin' lean, girl, this not wine
He cap on the 'Gram and he said he gon' slide
Obeyin' my rules, boy, you better abide
I just took a Perc', if I run, I could fly
I just took a Xan', if I run, I could glide
If he talking down, he get the buh-buh
Feel like I’m Rambo, like what-what
I’m a young king, I feel like I’m Tut-Tut
I got the lean, put it in my truck-truck
You’re all sons, you could call me Forrest Gump
In the Wraith, tell lil' buddy, «Floor it, bruh»
I just spilled the Act' on the floor, bruh
Round two, I see it’s the score now
Finna be on MTV
Nigga, I don’t even do no shows
I just count up and fuck hoes
Really livin' life off Repost
That’s a broke lil' nigga over there
Nah, I don’t really fuck with those
Finna shoot a video, Like Ye!
Lemme go and hit up Melrose
Let’s ride, nigga want smoke, tell him we outside
Turn his block to a playground, we gon' slide
Kicking shit out in public, nigga, we don’t hide
Got them sticks out and we on live
Nigga try his luck, we gon' kill him on live
Call up lil' Rino, let’s go to VLive
Seen the clout, now she wanna be mine
Kick the bitch out, she outta her mind
Tramadols got me outta my mind
Perkies got me outta my mind
Good drank got me outta my mind
It’s a whole lotta shit I gotta get off my mind
Talkin' that money then hit my line
Finna hit a jugg then hit my line
I’ve been way ahead of my time
It was hard to stay up when I was down
All this money got me thinkin' who really gonna be with me when I go down?
I done came a long way, I don’t really give a fuck what they say when I’m not
around
Used to be a average nigga, now hella bitches wanna fuck me when I’m in town
It was so many people used to talk down on me, now they really tryna steal my
sound
Ha, real good denim, Watanabe
I’m the nigga that they wanna be
I walk in Met Gala, they follow me
Walk up at Saks, they say hi to me
Bend them Balencis, you know that ain’t shit to me
Leave a nigga in the history
(Take a nigga right out of his misery)
It’s Surreal Gang, lil' bitch
I’m gone off the drugs, they killin' me
Bitch say she in love, is you kidding me?
.45 gon' take him outta his misery, yeah
Pop me a Perc' and hit a note like Whitney
R.I.P.
Aunty Pam, I know she with me
Sippin' the lean, my cup too filthy, yeah
Chanel no.
9, Chanel no.
5, I just dripped my bitch in designer
When we hit another jugg, I’ma buy that ho some tits, make that lil' bitch a
lil' finer
Sippin' on lean make me lean back like I’m in a motherfuckin' recliner
Hop on the mic, hop in the stu'
'Cause that’s what the fuck I desire
Light up a 'Wood, pop me a Perc'
Just tryna get a lil' higher
Just tryna get a lil' higher
Light up a 'Wood, pop me a Perc'
Just tryna get a lil' higher
'Cause that’s what the fuck I desire