Letra de Outta Pocket - Lil Dre6o

(Damn, Mako, what the fuck?)

Damn, slime

Tryna go up off a nigga

Tryna go up off a—

(Yo, Nate, this you?)

Say what?

Let's do it

I'm tired of niggas stealin' flows, tryna go up off a nigga

If that's your partner, gotta go, drop him inside the casket with you

Come through your hood, won't take no picture, four deep in the splatt tryna smack somethin'

You got your phone, you on the drill, that shit police, these niggas backwards, uh

Stop it, that shit right there outta pocket

Broad day, you outside with no mask, I know you tryna catch you a body

My brother be tellin' me they ain't on nothin', like, twin, just tell me about it, what?

I'm keepin' shit on the low whenever we fuck, won't tell nobody

Young Crew OE

Shit gettin' for real

I'm finna go on tour, they know what time it is

Play with the gang, know I might send some shots right where your mama live

Thought shit was a game 'til he fucked 'round, couldn't come back (Say what?)

I think I'm goin' insane, naw, fuck that, I'm finna pop out with Raq (Let's do it)

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

Come through a nigga hood all by myself, no, I ain't scared of shit

Got a nigga mad, I'm in my bag, he can't get next to this

She gon' put the whole thing in her mouth, I love a nasty bitch

Hold on, I need me a ho like Sexyy Red with all that nasty shit

It's okay to pop out cute, but when we home, turn off that classy shit

Niggas get 'round hoes and turn to ho like, ayy, who mans is this?

I pop out with dog shit, get the hoes he ain't get a chance to hit

They praise, then backdoor, can't trust a soul, they on that slimy shit

I'll fuck 'round and pop my own family for tryna slime a jit

Dissin' on the 'Gram, but never spin, we don't acknowledge shit

.308 go through a nigga skull, he won't survive the hit

I'm tired of niggas stealin' flows, tryna go up off a nigga

If that's your partner, gotta go, drop him inside the casket with you

Come through your hood, won't take no picture, four deep in the splatt tryna smack somethin'

You got your phone, you on the drill, that shit police, these niggas backwards, uh

Stop it, that shit right there outta pocket

Broad day, you outside with no mask, I know you tryna catch you a body

My brother be tellin' me they ain't on nothin', like, twin, just tell me about it, what?

I'm keepin' shit on the low whenever we fuck, won't tell nobody

Young Crew OE

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