Outta Line Lyrics

Outta line, fella you ran outta time

Fuck yo bitch, she hypnotized

Carry hundreds and a nine

I kill beats, it's homicide

So much bread, I cannot count, I just rap like nine to five

She on me, she Billy Bounce, she say I'm her favorite guy

What's the minimum

If you try to bring your crew, you know that ima finish 'em

You and me are not the same, we ain't no fucking synonym

Your bitch and mine are not the same, yours is dry like cinnamon

Ain't no fucking quitter, just know that I'm winning it

Say that i'm a pussy, bitch, she ask if I can fit it in

I'm that shining star, you is mother fucking going dim

Wanna take the rubber off, you ain't know where this has been

Sticking it in like I'm Jordan

I know your bitch not important

Dick in her pussy, no warrant

Sleep on my music, you dormant

You know my lyrics ain't rudimentary

I've been so fire since elementary

Spent thirty bands, now I got seventy

Say that she want me, she better be

Arms in a cast made of money, made of racks

You know I am first, I ain't last, your shit ass

I just called yo bitch, she answered quick, she want my dick

Had to come on over in a rover, I just hit that

Outta line, fella you ran outta time

Fuck yo bitch, she hypnotized

Carry hundreds and a nine

I kill beats, it's homicide

So much bread, I cannot count, I just rap like nine to five

She on me, she Billy Bounce, she say I'm her favorite guy

What's the minimum

If you try to bring yo crew, you know that ima finish 'em

You and me are not the same, we ain't no fucking synonym

Your bitch and mine are not the same, yours is dry like cinnamon

I don't let it get to me cuz that was in the past

I ain't talking slay man when I say that this is gas

Know I break the scale cuz my pockets filled with cash

I play Jenga with my racks cuz I keep 'em in stacks