Out Of Control ft. 3Block4 Lyrics

Whoa we been out of control I swear

Black we been out of control you know

Word to Money we been out of control

Back when I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

I rep the three like Addis mane

Whoop on your ass like I'm Pootie Tang

Smoke me a blunt to the face

I just want me a Kim K

But I take one from the T

She loving and freaking on me

I got to get back to the trap

Got to take over the map

Money Money what's up Money

I need dough what's up Four

'07 start kicking in doors

Start bagging a couple of hoes

Now I'm bagging the smoke

Started off cutting up soap

22 ready to mother fucking shoot you

Fuck what you talking bout little dude

If you got problem we can get into it

Always been mother fucking fool

Kept me that mother fucking tool

Knock out your mother fucking tooth

You know how the fuck I do

It's Black Meju bitch

DNG yeah I'm looped

Back when I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

Cant be a boss you don't listen

Middle school serving up dimes in detention

Bitch I was homeless never went hungry

Had everything out the mud on my lonely

Thought I was crazy called me a flunky

Got fronted some hard a I found me a junky

He said it's dope but I just swathe money

And all I could think is they can't take nothing from me

I just play stupid life made me ruthless

Found me a check and them bitches start choosing

Some tried to rob me an some tried to use me

Now my trap booming

Tryin to make movies

Fuck up the club and leave everyone booted

Never knew love I don't want to know cupid

But I met a plug an a couple of shooters

I know your homies an y'all just some losers

You a bitch an you lie in your music

That's why I stack my penny's ceiling

I siping on Henry until I get dizzy

All of my niggas is with it for real

I got the steal for real

All of my niggas ten years plus we kill

Back when I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

I was popping pills getting out of control

Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold

I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath

Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead