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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