Outta Hand ft. Darrein STL, Az Reign & Chill Pharaoh Lyrics

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang' just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang' just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild

On the clock, we rollin' bands Stuffin' bags count dividends

I'm tryna make enough money I can never spend it

Wanna see the world before I leave this planet Aimin' for the moon when I leave this mountain

Believe I can, I'll make it happen Stick to the plan, be the man

My bitch naked on the bed, she countin' bands My homies bang, leave you surrounded

Show your hands, no sudden movements See just how out of hand

My southwest goons can get bangin, bangin' Wild, for the bands

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang,Wild

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies Slang' just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, Wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, Wild

High country, yeah, AZ, where I'm comin' from? They ain't even really knowin' none

High mountain to the desert, son, like D-Book, I came to cook

Man, you better look, two moves, all it took Veteran with this music shit, nope, not no rook

I'm comin' off the top, why they lookin' for the rhyme book

Southwest, Kush in the air, guess I'm too fresh, Prince Stackin' my chips, layin' in Bel Air, keep it pushin, player

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang' just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, Wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild

Black mask on in the town, we call it ski Too long pullin's hot, the cold make you geek

Touched turf, hands up and pockets all free It's out of hand, so don't test the crew on me

In the Streets, this is how it's gon' be And you can catch me on the side of the East

Still livin' in the belly of the beast, but we gon' eat, evidence Delete

Out of hand, out of hand, out of hand, out of hand, out of hand, gettin' out of hand

Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, we the mans and you know that we gettin' out of hand