I'm out of control
I'm out of control
The breath of white is rap ***
Body and smack ***, Avenue Animal, Swayo Savant
Money under the mattress, money pillowcase loot
You can find me in a hoodie or you can find me in a suit
Decimals, commas, all about my dollars
Like to squeeze titties, like to squeeze llamas
Pit jet fuel, I'll gas anybody
Can't be duplicated, can't be carbon copy
Far from a sucker, never been a sap
Comin' around the corner with undeniable slack
Comin' around the corner with a super bad back
Comin' around the corner with a pocket full of stacks
Avenue retrievin', currency collectin'
Gouda gettin' fatty for snatchin', cheddar checkin'
Yelkin', marijuana smokin'
Desert Eagle totin', I don't think they know
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
He outta control
He outta control
See ya!
Red nose, pit bull, no leash, all bite, no bulk
Straight beats, we outta class
Like a soft-up Chevy in the rain, no brakes
Fishtail sideways in the lake
We outta control
Clear liquor, no mix, with the kush-bush pedal to the flow, Mack
Wait, dude, I got that
We like Puffy and Shine on New Year's
I got it in the club with me, you don't wanna *** with me
With two bulls like Spain runnin' in the air
Real goon, niggas run Cali
I'm fresh out the projects, thump steel on me
Ride dirty on the road, don't stop, no right
It's beef on site, millfinger to the law
I ain't tryin' to be discreet, gotta chop on the seat
Active, the young boys bout that action
Smackin'
Jumpin', niggas touchin' like they last
We outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
Droopy, we back at it
Uncle Foddy Wilder
You do know that?
Listen, Mr. Fat
I'm a fixture, factor, more than a wrapper
Gritter, grinder, hustle like a trapper
Paper, stacker, forever what I'm after
If it ain't about piquezos, pesos, it don't even matter
Forty the ambassador and Fabby is the prince
I'll shake your hand but hold up, Pippin, please no fingerprints
Bossy, flossy, groovier than Groovy
A walking reality show, a box office movie
Mackin', mommin', got bad bitches poppin'
Models on my line and them bitches, they be jockin'
Watchin', clockin', steady by my paper
Just like Stevie Wonder, I don't ever see these haters
Look through em, through em, yep, pass em
Lotta niggas mad because I l-l-l-l-lap them
Elmer for the thug and watch me g-g-g-g-gas them
Who the nigga in it, babe?
Pippin, boy, just ask em
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
I'm outta control
He outta control
He outta control
He outta control
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