HimGoBrazy - Outta State Lyrics

Boy, these the nines when we boss up the rack
Can't forget Drake, nigga, nigga
Come here
I'm tryna figure out where the f*ck niggas gon' be chasing

Man, where the f*ck niggas be running
When we hop out Blammin, man, where the f*ck you niggas be going
Nigga can't run from me
Talk that shit all you want

When I catch your ass, you better be on that shit, boy
I be sparing all niggas
We spared your ass one time
I guess we spared your ass

You supposed to be dead, you stupid bitch
Ayy, don't mention K, you know I hop out
It's me and gang, you know we pop out
Bang out, uh, creepin' ona

Opp block 30, hang out, uh
Bring your ass outside, yeah, we can hit, bro
Bring your gang out, uh, uh
Bro, you gon' die, think I'm a lick

Lil' bitch, you know I keep a stick
These pussy niggas make me sick
Last time we met, he jumped the ditch
Last time we met, he bout got hit

Your life get took around this bitch
So, bitch, you best to take your lick
Lil' K, bitch, I'ma talk my shit
I hopped out with that glitch

Hittin' at niggas, don't get close to me
Niggas dissin' on that gang
Send him where he supposed to be
Dress all black behind that ski

Hell no, you do not notice me
Niggas dissin' on my team
So, yeah, lil' bro, he supposed to creep
Bring your ass back to the bity

You out of state & steady dissin
Bro got 30, I got 60
F*ck it, we gon' clear the business
F*ck it, we gon' leave some missing

HeadTap, HeadTap, kill the witness
Bang out, bang out, niggas, bitches
Pop outside, stop all that dissin
I keep a stick in the car when I slide

Pull onside and I hit at ya ride,
You know I be tweakin'
I told you lil' niggas don't play
Cause you know if you play, then you die

Hop out with extentions
What's up with the tension
These niggas be bitchin'
Keep me out your mentions

Tryna stay out the way im a man ain kiddin
I know it's the way I Be livin
I know it's the way that we hop out and shoot
Nigga, head tap gang

You know that we do it
Nigga, f*ck your gang
Nigga, let's get to it
You want me dead

So, bitch, come do it bitch blow that heat
I spot me one then you know I'ma tweak
I'ma hit with precise, I don't need no beam
Leave Rojo Red Stains on your Tee

Put that stick on dude, gon' get that white boy head bust
Uh
Dissin' on that 12th, you know damn well you scared of us
Uh

Made him hit the road, that nigga dipped
He fled from us
Uh
He know he can't swim in that water

Bitch, its dead with us
Yeah
Outta State rappin' ass nigga
Talk that shit die for some insta

Hop in that V coming to get you
Dem 223z get up right with you
Dont Come back around this way, bitch, it ain't safe
Nine times out of ten, he gon' lay

I catch that boy, it's DOA
Come on, lil' bro, come step on K
Shots let off, that nigga ran
That chopper make you do your dance

Uh
I keep that stick in my pants
Hold on, this hoe tryna get in my pants
Hold on, this hoe tryna get with my mans

F*ck it, I'm tryna go stack me a band
On two feet with sticks like a band
Lil' bro, we gon' meet, can't wait till you land
I just popped another 10

Pull on side bro, blow that gen
Pray to God, but I still sin
Bitch, yo' block, I might just bend
I might just bend

Yeah
Yeah
Nigga wanna speak on K, nigga
F*ck wrong with him