I'm out of controlI'm out of controlThe breath of white is rap ***Body and smack ***, Avenue Animal, Swayo SavantMoney under the mattress, money pillowcase lootYou can find me in a hoodie or you can find me in a suitDecimals, commas, all about my dollarsLike to squeeze titties, like to squeeze llamasPit jet fuel, I'll gas anybodyCan't be duplicated, can't be carbon copyFar from a sucker, never been a sapComin' around the corner with undeniable slackComin' around the corner with a super bad backComin' around the corner with a pocket full of stacksAvenue retrievin', currency collectin'Gouda gettin' fatty for snatchin', cheddar checkin'Yelkin', marijuana smokin'Desert Eagle totin', I don't think they knowI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlHe outta controlHe outta controlSee ya!Red nose, pit bull, no leash, all bite, no bulkStraight beats, we outta classLike a soft-up Chevy in the rain, no brakesFishtail sideways in the lakeWe outta controlClear liquor, no mix, with the kush-bush pedal to the flow, MackWait, dude, I got thatWe like Puffy and Shine on New Year'sI got it in the club with me, you don't wanna *** with meWith two bulls like Spain runnin' in the airReal goon, niggas run CaliI'm fresh out the projects, thump steel on meRide dirty on the road, don't stop, no rightIt's beef on site, millfinger to the lawI ain't tryin' to be discreet, gotta chop on the seatActive, the young boys bout that actionSmackin'Jumpin', niggas touchin' like they lastWe outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlDroopy, we back at itUncle Foddy WilderYou do know that?Listen, Mr. FatI'm a fixture, factor, more than a wrapperGritter, grinder, hustle like a trapperPaper, stacker, forever what I'm afterIf it ain't about piquezos, pesos, it don't even matterForty the ambassador and Fabby is the princeI'll shake your hand but hold up, Pippin, please no fingerprintsBossy, flossy, groovier than GroovyA walking reality show, a box office movieMackin', mommin', got bad bitches poppin'Models on my line and them bitches, they be jockin'Watchin', clockin', steady by my paperJust like Stevie Wonder, I don't ever see these hatersLook through em, through em, yep, pass emLotta niggas mad because I l-l-l-l-lap themElmer for the thug and watch me g-g-g-g-gas themWho the nigga in it, babe?Pippin, boy, just ask emI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlI'm outta controlHe outta controlHe outta controlHe outta controlUh*