Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outchea , by - Bad LuccRelease date: 10.02.2014
Song language: English
Outchea |
| We talkin' licks, and not to give my brother ball back |
| Press the line and I’ma whippin' like a grand daddy |
| Spillin' vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty |
| 107 were them hustlers on that gunplay |
| Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway |
| I’m suited up, I sprinkled of molly over 7 grams |
| They turned a nigga to a ghost over 7 bands |
| My 5−0-1's hangin, chain swingin |
| From the prevlass to the Raymonds — gang bangin |
| Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed |
| We ain’t gonna steal your collar nigga, buck a bill |
| No bueno, the Sanos, a bunch of Canos |
| Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since last patranos |
| Watch bread I’mma poppin like a K move |
| Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too |
| Yea I’m outchea (hustlin') |
| I’m outchea (grindin') |
| I’m outchea (stuffin') |
| I’m outchea (rollin') |
| I’m outchea (geekin') |
| I’m outchea (roosted) |
| I’m outchea (beastin') |
| Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) |
| Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) |
| Nigga, I’m outchea |
| Aye aye aye aye fuck all that shit nigga |
| You already know what my shit do |
| Line that shit up my nigga, yea that |
| T-T-Topic of discussion — where the gang moves |
| Whippin' through the city like I can’t loose |
| I be outchea with a bad one in the zip and kill her |
| I tell that bitch you seen my bitch? |
| You better keep it realer |
| They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams |
| You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam |
| Knock a nigga out his shoes for the scheming |
| Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon |
| Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin' |
| I pull your bitch up in this lane and she name changing |
| Fatty boostin', man I’m pilin' up the molly damn |
| My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down |
| To let us get it, call me if she with it |
| B A D, I’m bout that business, they only fit it |
| I born fully, never fail, I’m about the nail |
| Out the gate fresh as hell like I’m outchea |
| Ayo Prob, ayo Prob |
| Check this shit out my nigga, I got sum for you |
| I’m going big on these busters, I do my thing fully |
| Runnin up on these hoes, go tag my name cutie |
| I’m getting money persona, yea I’m bent like a comma |
| And I stay with that Bud like my name Rudy |
| Straight serve, rollin rollin big |
| Suburban, urban, diamond my lane, nigga swerving |
| 2013, this a turn up, a wrap |
| I still don’t give a fuck like the burglars (brah!) |
| M-M-My candle, be ridin like a 4 door |
| Copton California boy, I came about the photo |
| A nigga play me homo, I used him as a promo |
| Bomb first, bomb worse, now go and let your bro low |
| The problem ain’t havin' it, grind so passionate |
| Hide in the kitchen, special K’s in the cabinet |
| Pull and get to grabbing it, like fuckin' let me at em |
| Cyber thugs tweetin' bout me but they never ever had em |