Out The Lot Lyrics

Swerve out the lot

Trying to put my brother on, I told him "meet me at the top"

Damn Soul, you wilding, we've been plotting for your spot

Some shit I can't condone, but you gon' see a red dot on your head

Bitch I see the living dead

How you hate me because I'm winning, go ahead and get locked in instead

Nothing holy about me sinning, I like weed and getting head

There was shit I had to rid off, there was skin I had to shed

Yeah, I'ma keep that fire on me

Walk around with this Tommy Tommy

Too many eyes watching me, it looks like paparazzi

He looks like a carbon copy

Never guess just what I'm plotting

What I'm flying around in, he thought was a mazarati

London hit my phone, "let's go hit the road"

I'm trying to catch a vibe today, so of course I'm getting stoned

It's a vibe like, everyday, and everywhere I go

Bitch I brought them 808's melodics on my flows

Yeah, then I made them 808's bounce

Roll it up with grabba then I break it down

You can steal my style, but never steal my sound

They've been trying but they do not know how

Pop out, bodies drop around when I pop out

Watch out, I don't like your tone you better watch out

Pop out with a mop, they think I'm cleaning up the block now

Riding like he Ricky, he gets shot down

Swerve out the lot

Trying to put my brother on, I told him "meet me at the top"

Damn Soul, you wilding, we've been plotting for your spot

Don't fuck around and find out, you might end up getting shot