Out My Mind Lyrics

I just caught my brother, really tryna think about a bitch

I throw sticks and some stones, I might go and sell ah brick

I throw sixes in my bags, I might go ahead and make a zip

I been rollin' with these rastas, throwin' all these guns, just feel like shottas

And now I'm rollin' all these leafs, but these people call it backwoods

And if a nigga get into it with your people, he attack hoods

If a nigga get into it with me, then he meet to backwoods

I'm the flyest in the coupe, and all my birds, they gon' attack doves

Yeah, I'm a dope, ain't no crack fiends, I can't stop

All this dope for me and on me like crack rock

I been selling' all these jewels, I might go sell it to an opp

I done laced a nigga, now the nigga gotta see his pops

Yeah, who you really talkin' to

I know a couple of V's, that's gon' rob a nigga for a Duece

Now ah nigga wanna call me over, hoes, you wanna call ah truce

Now ah nigga need a quarter of a pound, I might go spare you

Bitch, you aiming for my heart, how dare you

I'm that type of nigga that can hold you on the stair view

Watching all theses people take your money, how dare you

I'm that type of brother, you can tell me that they scare you

Run up in my truck, said, uh-huh

Young nigga pull up, walk, said, uh-huh

Ooh, yeah, uh-huh

Ooh, yeah, uh-huh

I just caught my brother, really tryna think about a bitch

I throw sticks and some stones, I might go and sell ah brick

I throw sixes in my bags, I might go ahead and make a zip

I been rollin' with these rastas, throwin' all these guns, just feel like shottas

And now I'm rollin' all these leafs, but these people call it backwoods

And if a nigga get into it with your people, he attack hoods

If a nigga get into it with me, then he meet to backwoods

I'm the flyest in the coupe, and all my birds, they gon' attack doves

Yeah, I'm a dope, ain't no crack fiends, I can't stop

All this dope for me and on me like crack rock

I been selling' all these jewels, I might go sell it to an opp

I done laced a nigga, now the nigga gotta see his pops

Yeah, who you really talkin' to

I know a couple of V's, that's gon' rob a nigga for a Duece

Now ah nigga wanna call me over, hoes, you wanna call ah truce

Now ah nigga need a quarter of a pound, I might go spare you

Bitch, you aiming for my heart, how dare you

I'm that type of nigga that can hold you on the stair view

Watching all theses people take your money, how dare you

I'm that type of brother, you can tell me that they scare you