Out Of State Lyrics

I'm out of town, I'm out of state

So many pressure plays to make

I got my side bitch moving packs for me

When I go out the way

Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate

Gotta catch this plane

Give her the blick out of the glove box

Here's the drop, bitch don't be late

And all these rappers think they gangsta, they some pussy ain't got rank

Bitch you lucky that the pressures on for me to bend or break

Cuz if it wasn't, bitch my psycho ass would drown you in the lake

Or call your mom and hold you ransom, bitch I need my spread today

It's 4L Gang, bitch I earned my stripes, mobbin' shit for Tray

It's three for one, so you know we sent bout four of em' to the grave

Get out my face bitch, fore' I smack you with this K

Or have Lil Draco kill your family, two for Yodi, two for Tray

They know Deezy BBA, that's FBF and LOH

My youngin' thirsty for some rank so he'll do anything I say

Green light it let it bang, bitch gon' twist you like a braid

Got me tweakin' off this act too many perkys in my drank, bitch

Tweakin' off this drank

Poppin' mollies, perkys, xannies, I can feel it in my face, bitch

Yea, I'm drippin' off the paint

Smokin' cookie, poppin' beans I'm takin' drugs straight to the brain

Man, I told ya'll karma was a bitch and you ain't believe me

Then Flex got hit, now ya'll believe me?

Wanna talk about it, let's talk about it

Most all ya'll pussies won't walk about it

They know when the bag touch down that's me, that's why I get calls about it

Three phones ringin' that's everyday

They mad in the city I control the streets

Errbody in the streets they notice me

These trappers they weak, they bogus to me

If you with the gang, throw the fours up

Me and J-Money can't ever roll in peace

But if you tied in we fours up

That's 4L Gang better rest in peace

I'm out of town, I'm out of state

So many pressure plays to make

I got my side bitch moving packs for me

When I go out the way

Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate

Gotta catch this plane

Give her the blick out of the glove box

Here's the drop, bitch don't be late

I'm out of town, I'm out of state

So many pressure plays to make

I got my side bitch moving packs for me

When I go out the way

Don't fuck this up, bitch I gotta skate

Gotta catch this plane

Give her the blick out of the glove box

Here's the drop, bitch don't be late