OUT OF LUCK Lyrics

Holdup drift around town, whipping this new scat pack

Ak-47 whipping bullets it go pah pah

Run it up, run it up, pussy want the smoke

Finna empty out the bullets, then we changing the mag

Yeah pussy want it, he really really want it

He want the smoke, so I gave in and he got it and I shot him,

Yeah we trashing the house, no evidence up on the scene

We dipped out, I got paid and now we balling

Holdup, choppa out, put in the mag and we let it spray

30 bullets in his head, can't even recognize his face

Went to court the same day, You know that we beat the case

I think they love me, cuz I be sitting all up inside their gaze

Big bands in my wallet, lean all in my double cup

We be Cruising down the avenue, opp when I see it up

Yeah he talking out his neck, Shot a bullet and then he duck

So I shot it again, where yo head, you out of luck

Dipped out, dipped out, fleeing out the scene

Pull up to my place, and she popped another bean

Ran it up aye, you the student, I'm the dean

I'm shooting shots, just like a doctor giving vaccines

What you mean aye, yeah my sight is only green

Pockets so fat, I'm a money making machine

Yeah he talking smack, guess ima hit you with this beam

My voice is addictive, call it methamphetamine

What it do, what it do, pull up double Dutch

I be smoking the opps, Berettas hit him a bunch

I'm leaving holes inside his chest, aye yeah his body so done

He turning into a hashtag, unloading bullets from this gun

Holdup drift around town, whipping this new scat pack

Ak-47 whipping bullets it go pah pah

Run it up, run it up, pussy want the smoke

Finna empty out the bullets, then we changing the mag

Yeah pussy want it, he really really want it

He want the smoke, so I gave in and he got it and I shot him,

Yeah we trashing the house, no evidence up on the scene

We dipped out, I got paid and now we balling

Holdup, choppa out, put in the mag and we let it spray

30 bullets in his head, can't even recognize his face

Went to court the same day, You know that we beat the case

I think they love me, cuz I be sitting all up inside their gaze

Big bands in my wallet, lean all in my double cup

We be Cruising down the avenue, opp when I see it up

Yeah he talking out his neck, Shot a bullet and then he duck

So I shot it again, where yo head, you out of luck