Out Of The Session Lyrics

Im going agressive

.30 gon pop and i leave em in heaven

He wanna play i got glock 27's

he playin too much so i tought him a lesson

they talkin on me leave em out of the session

out of the session

he actin too tough but i carry a wepon

i open my chapter its chapter of sins but i will not forget it

will not forget it

yellow tape its a homicide

glock got extensions you know that shit modified

turned out a gangster and thats when my momma cried

he talking ganster, a thud, and thats when his momma died

body bags, get taken to court

he talkin tough get him killed no remorse

and im tough my my self its just funner with four

and im rollin with 4 he get shot on the floor

thats why his old bitch and him got a devorce

cuz he is a bitch and he tough on the source

and he tough on the source

and he tough on the source

glock with extensions white shirt turn red

.40 gon pop in this mo fucka head

wish he would try but he already dead

1 shot to his ear now this mo fucka deaf

he play too much now he filled with led

no cap imma just go fuck wit his ex

imma, imma go, what? imma go fuck with his ex

i got my strap in the trap house

.30 gon pop in his face if he act out

he actin tough so we bringing them mac's out

im pullin up with the mags then he back out

if im pullin up then you know he gon black out

im pullin up with my strap on my lap

im really gangsta they think its an act

he talkin like he is with it he cap

i add on the beams on my glock its a wrap

its a gap in between us when i get the cash

where im from youa get off the map

i pull up and you know who i came with

with that .40 that shit could get dangerous

.40 gon pop in his face when i aim it

but im really changing this game shit

if he snitch im findin where they stayin

Berettas with drums, im really gon kill em

I keep me a .30 im really gon drill him

With .30s and glocks I'm really gon fill em

He saying I'm cap

I put a hole in his head it's a wrap

No fake shit, I could really kill him, 1 tap

No fake shit, I could really kill him, fuck that

Imma torture him, wet rag

He out of the session, he out of my face

Still ate the perk but i knew it was laced

He talkin tough but all his guns fake

He was walkin, gunned down, aint leaving a trace

Got a new piece and i got a new gun

Im keeping a .30 he up at the sun

Get an extention that shit got a drum

He saying im cap this mother fucker dumb

Im going agressive

.30 gon pop and i leave em in heaven

He wanna play i got glock 27's

he playin too much so i tought him a lesson

they talkin on me leave em out of the session

out of the session

he actin too tough but i carry a wepon

i open my chapter its chapter of sins but i will not forget it

will not forget it

yellow tape its a homicide

glock got extensions you know that shit modified

turned out a gangster and thats when my momma cried

he talking ganster, a thud, and thats when his momma died

body bags, get taken to court

he talkin tough get him killed no remorse

and im tough my my self its just funner with four

and im rollin with 4 he get shot on the floor

thats why his old bitch and him got a devorce

cuz he is a bitch and he tough on the source

and he tough on the source

and he tough on the source

glock with extensions white shirt turn red

.40 gon pop in this mo fucka head

wish he would try but he already dead

1 shot to his ear now this mo fucka deaf

he play too much now he filled with led

no cap imma just go fuck wit his ex

imma, imma go, what? imma go fuck with his ex