Outta Sight Lyrics

Look, wake up in that morning, get that guap

If I go broke, I'm here in licks or selling rock

Hate when bitches try to think they can't get dropped

Try to front and hide that pussy, you get blocked

Fuck all that talking shit, I'm trying to get that box

I can start a village with all them things that I done popped (Uh huh)

Hit them stallions, tell them pull up with that W.A.P

Pull up with that neck bitch, shut up, give me top

Dog status, I ain't locking down no thot

All these eyes on me, it got me feeling like I'm Pac boy

Look me in my eyes bitch, I ain't worried about no opp

Worry about no bitch, boy I'm worried about my block

Out of sight and out of mind

That bitch want to fall in love with me, but real shit, I ain't got the time

Keep a thicky bitch in Calvin Klein's

Let her count these racks and then I hit before I say goodbye

Swear my ex bitch, be so out of line

Try to kick it with my dawgs when I'm gone, must be out her mind

I dub her, don't care if she fine

I treat a bitch like she ain't mine, dub the bitch like a few more times

I'm in the spot, she needing Keys just like a janitor

She a freak and let me put the thing on camera

I love a bitch like LisaRaye or even Pamela

Once I smash, she want to call, but I won't answer her

Wake up in that morning, get that guap

If I go broke, I'm hitting licks or selling rock

Hate when bitches try to think they can't get dropped

Try to front and hide that pussy, you get blocked

Fuck all that talking shit, I'm trying to get that box

I can start a village with all them tings that I done popped (Uh Huh)

Hit them stallions, tell them pull up with that W.A.P

Pull up with that neck, bitch, shut up, give me top

Dog status, I ain't locking down no thot

All these eyes on me, it got me feeling like I'm Pac boy

Look me in my eyes, bitch, I ain't worried about no opp

Worry about no bitch, boy, I'm worried about my block

Hold on

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't worried about no bitch

Boy, I'm worried about my block

I ain't worried about yo bitch

Boy, I'm worried about these knots

Boy, I'm worried about these guap

Boy, I'm worried about these cops

Boy, I'm worried about yo

Hold on, yeah

Bitch, I'm worried about this bag

I ain't worried about you, mad

Hold on, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I ain't worried why you mad