Bad Lucc - Outchea lyrics

rate me

Sounds good to me

Bad Lucc on the corner with the boys doin a bam

We talkin mixin, I done give my brother golf bat

Press the line and I’mma whippin like a grand daddy

Spillin vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty

Tryina settle with them hustlers on that gunplay

Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway

I’m suited up, I speak of molly over 7 grams

They turned a nigga to a ghost over 7 bands

My 5-0-1’s hangin, chain swingin

From the prevlass to the Raymonds – gang bangin

Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed

We ain’t gonna steal your collar nigga, buck a bill

No bueno, the Sanos, a bunch of Canos

Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since last patranos

Watch bread I’mma poppin like a K move

Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too

Yea I’m outchea (hustling)

I’m outchea (grindin)

I’m outchea (stuffin)

I’m outchea (rollin)

I’m outchea (geekin)

I’m outchea (roosted)

I’m outchea (beastin)

Nigga, I’m outchea (lean)

Nigga, I’m outchea (lean)

Nigga, I’m outchea

Aye aye aye aye fuck all that shit nigga

You already know what my shit do

Line that shit up my nigga, yea that

Topic of discussion – where the gang moves

Whippin through the city like I came loose

I be outchea with a bat, went in the zip and kill er

I tell that bitch you seen my bitch? You better keep it realer

They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams

You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam

Knock a nigga out his shoes for the scheming

Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon

Beamin, leanin, hangin, maintainin

I pull your bitch up in this lane and she name changing

Fatty boostin, man I’m pilin up the molly damn

My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down

To let us get it, call me if she with it

B A D, I’m bout that business, they only fit it

I born fully, never fail, I’m about the nail

Out the gate fresh as hell like my broad chills

Yea I’m outchea (hustling)

I’m outchea (grindin)

I’m outchea (stuffin)

I’m outchea (rollin)

I’m outchea (geekin)

I’m outchea (roosted)

I’m outchea (beastin)

Nigga, I’m outchea (lean)

Nigga, I’m outchea (lean)

Nigga, I’m outchea

Ayo Prob, ayo Prob

Check this shit out my nigga, I got sum for you

I’m going big on these bosses, I do my thing fully

Runnin up on these hoes, go tack my name Judy

I’m getting money persona, me and Bad like a camma

And I stay with that Bud like my name Rudy

Straight safe, rollin rollin big

Suburban, urban, got me my lane, nigga swerving

2013, this a turn up, a wrap

I still don’t give a fuck like the burglars (brah!)

My candle, be ridin like a 4 door

Cop the California boy, I came about the photo

A nigga play me homo, I used him as a promo

Bomb first, bomb worse, now go and let your bro low

The problem ain’t havin it, grind so passionate

Hide in the kitchen, special K’s in the cabinet

Pull and get to grabbing it, like fuckin let me at em

Cyber thugs tweetin bout me but they never have met em

Yea I’m outchea (hustling)

I’m outchea (grindin)

I’m outchea (stuffin)

I’m outchea (rollin)

I’m outchea (geekin)

I’m outchea (roosted)

I’m outchea (beastin)

Nigga, I’m outchea (lean)

Nigga, I’m outchea (lean)

Nigga, I’m outchea<br />

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