Li 9 - Out My Element Lyrics

Know chop go where I go

But I feel best when I'm with F&N

I'm good up on my toes

But off these drugs I'm out my element

No Colt , these shots gone stretch em then

I should shout out Edgerrin

Know this A Gen 3 40.

Shots out here gone knock out lettermans

Send a pin we bless ya in

Search for it where my weapon hid

I'm gangsta by myself

But bitch I'm stupid when them steppas in

No dissing won't do shit

This stick gone juice em like a EpiPen

This the type of shit to make the DA call a specialist

Send ya pick we bless it then

Ain't worried bout no shots we send em

Im the one started this shit imma finish

Im the one shootin over niggas Duke Dennis

Everything cool til we hop out spinnin

Nigga put up pop out he finished (Aye)

Runnin thru shit I got plenty

Way before a label i was labeled a menace

Runnin thru Zs tryna get to a M

Snatchin the bad bitches out my DM

We was just shooting now we covered in gems

Opps steady hidin can't wait til we see em

Pop out , Moncler Amiri & Timbs

I pour a 8 Piece inside my Lem'

F*ckin this opp bitch

Doing impossible shit with her tongue

Bitch name Kim

Dissin shit cool til they run into them killas

Im the one move in the city wit hittaz

Fake loose screws , they knowin we'll drill em

Im the one sharing the rock Chauncey billups

Beat from the back make her grip on the pillow

Ridin wit a FN. on Fs Glorilla (Aye)

Name another nigga who realer

He ain't seen a kill how the f*ck imma feel em

Im off the ocki , some juice & the hen

Most of the opps scared to shoot call em Ben

I feel obsessed

Im invested in chops

Tryna fit on the box had to shave off the pen

Spin ina rental get dropped out a Fin

It don't cost none for my young nigga to spin

Double Cup Clutch my gen

I'll go to war bout anybody on my end

Know chop go where I go

But I feel best when I'm with F&N

I'm good up on my toes

But off these drugs I'm out my element

No Colt , these shots gone stretch em then

I should shout out Edgerrin

Know this A Gen 3 40.

Shots out here gone knock out lettermans

Send a pin we bless ya in

Search for it where my weapon hid

I'm gangsta by myself

But bitch I'm stupid when them steppas in

No dissing won't do shit

This stick gone juice em like a EpiPen

This the type of shit to make the DA call a specialist