Outta Luck ft. Quaa Lyrics

Aye, bro, mask up, we just got the drop, we hoppin' out that truck

Watch this AR get the blickin', left that boy right in the dust

I put a switchy on lil' Nina, get her wet, she finna bust

Should've played them cards right, she give that drop, you outta luck

That hot shit hit his body, ain't no way he gettin' up

Chopper on me right now, tap this shit, three bullets, fix him up

Bending blocks all day, you know my strikers on the roll

Pass Lil' Quaa that Glock, you already know he down to snatch his soul

Hit that road, in and out the bity, I come back with them bowls

On the run, they can't keep up like fuck a cop, I never told

Ain't no lackin' in these streets, so you gotta keep that pool

Bro drop 50 on the opp and watch his fuckin' body fold

Ain't no cappin' ain't no stunt, you want some pape come get a front

Trap them P's exotic runts, see them racks come in a month

How you cuffin' she ain't fuckin', kick her out just like a punt

Catch a body up your rank, told bro spark another blunt

Hit your man up with finesse, I'm like Miles Sanders with that pack

556's make a mess, I watch them bullets eat his flesh

In that field like he Hurts, you can't hit him with a sack

Me and Quaa steady bombin', we be goin' back to back

Out that mud they all gon' feel us, cause we came from nothin'

Locked in with bro get on that drill, he tell me slide I'm comin'

Stand on business get in that jam, you know that G-lock bussin'

Plead the five still beat the case, I ain't no David Ruffin

Nigga play with us, I check the news and put one up

Me and twin spammin' laugh emojis, cause we know what's up

And I got a four-pound with no safety, for my safety, uh

It was smoke around, don't need gas to put shit it up

My favorite bitch, said she fuck with bitches, bitch we twinnin'

Opps had told the cops that we got sticks, I swear that shit sickenin'

Law said they gon' take the wheel, we chilled a little, then went back spinnin'

Smoke ain't good for nothin', but stay on go miss bro start reminiscin'

Nigga, listen, fuck a backdoor left the porch together

Now we takin' chances for the M's, tryna get Porsche together

We was always ridin' for each other, ain't fold when there was pressure

No bap we was with whatever, still slidin' we was outnumbered

Tried to get a nigga myself, Mozzy right behind me

Shit went left if 12 caught up, I shh my name so they can't find me

Rushin' shit we was in the war can't change up on my army

It was hot outside without the sun I flame you try to harm me

In my pockets like a grave, it keep dead presidents

Pour an act up for my pain, I be sippin' medicine

Love my brothers, I won't change, never will and never did

Osama he a main homie been locked in since we was kids