[Hook]
That boy out of control, that boy out of control
He smoked out a whole pound, you can smell it all off of his clothes
He cursing out them bitches, he moving all that blow
He riding round with that chopper and yeah he letting it go

Racing in that 2 door, pull up on them 2 hoes
Which of y’all gonn fuck me, I’m the fliest nigga you know
And when I’m in your city, might just blow bout 20
Shake your ass and show some titties
For the top gunny committee
40 racks in my old school, drover past my old school
Pulled up on my old teacher like hey motherfucker do I know you?
I’m a dope man, dope man, yeah bitch I’m the dope man
Got a big gun, I ain’t got time to be wrestling like Hulk Hogan
I find the bitch then fuck the bitch, then fuck the bitch is my slogan
I fucked her once in my house and now she wanna move closing
I ain’t the only nigga that’s rich, my own team got cedar too
We got a bunch of killer that will knock you over
They ain’t got nothing else better do
House by the lake, 4 big accounts, tripping off pills and leaning off lena
No construction worker, but I got a heavy machine
And when them bands come out, all them hoes come out
I just want some pussy but she tryina throw that mouth

[Hook]
That boy out of control, that boy out of control
He smoked out a whole pound, you can smell it all off of his clothes
He cursing out them bitches, he moving all that blow
He riding round with that chopper and yeah he letting it go

Now guilty was the verdict, yeah I got them quitin
I got a big ego and a big watch to go with it
Killers all around me, hustler all around me
God damn this girl pussy wet, I think she wanna drown me
Niggas soft, straight lames, yeah main, the whole crew frame
How I know, I’m robbing niggas for a brick to blow 
They didn’t do nothing, they didn’t do nothing
I’m black out, tell them niggas I’m back out
With an Ak and a Mac out, made 30 racks in my trap house
Control, that boy out of control, pimping them bitches
Like he got a license for all them hoes, yeah
Just landed from Jupiter, got a meeting with Lucifer
Tell his ass I’m … and my wrist got supered up

[Hook]
That boy out of control, that boy out of control
He smoked out a whole pound, you can smell it all off of his clothes
He cursing out them bitches, he moving all that blow
He riding round with that chopper and yeah he letting it go.