paroles de chanson Outdoor Range - DrewIsABoss

I ain't got shit else to say
I just might roll me another fuckin' eighth
Tryna be cool can't be cool if you ain't
Think i'm cool, cool on what you think
Ain't no rules, follow rules cus you lame
Yo shit dry can't watch it like paint
This za louder than a outdoor range
Might get the drake might get the AK
You can't hold it, ain't got no aim
This man folded, can't take that pain
They done got brodie on the band free gang
Its shit to do even though its quarantine
Dude killed brodie cus he fucked his main
While you locked up she probably fucked yo team
Shorty you don't know me you just know my name
Bitch I'm rude you get confused with mean
Mama wouldn't understand
Why we spent twenty on a motherfuckin' pop
Nigga why wont you go get a hundred bands
Just so you can understand that ain't a lot
You aint no stand up, you a funny man
Before you sit down you'll blow up the spot
You can't touch me with a hundred hands
You say you gone do it, you gone do it
But you not, not
I ain't been offered no beef
We'll heat yo grill got artillery
Gotta keep shit real when you talkin' to me
When i up my skill that's boss shit to me
When i say it she feel, it she all into me
Say fuck em, its fuck em thats our enemy
I'll get that nigga poked it ain't a problem to me
I ain't gotta hope, we all finna eat
Ugh
Talk to that girl like a psychic
Dont worry if im pipin'
Ugh ugh
Bros n i scored some wok
Ain't no hurry we already got the pops
Talk that shit
That shit that shit
'Cause that shit hurt a lot
Told my mama we gone move off the block
Told my mama we grabbin' us some glocks
Ain't no cop then you can come cop
Please dont think shit sweet shit not
Can't tweak with bro that shit a fuckin' sin
We dont clock in bitch we locked in
You can't say how, bitch you cant say when
Why the fuck you say what the fuck you said then?
Mm mm mmm
Bro hit 'em with the fin
Mm mm mmm, bro got the FN
A pussy could die nine times but we cappin at ten
But we ain't into it. i'll make a ten transcend
Im just tryna do it, typa shoes i'm in
I aint tryna prove shit nigga you playin
Trying to run it straight up
Eat a mill or sum sum
Got me fucked up like a pill or sum sum
I ain't trying to stay we could peel or sum sum
Say how you feel so you know how we coming
Tryna to pop yo shit before a mill
That's why you fucked up I ain't talkin' 'bout no pill
In the realest state I could be in
Bitch I could see why they tryna build
Tryna make a killing be cautious i gotta live
Do some shit you feeling
Don't get nauseous when it get real
How the fuck we villains they been doin this shit for years
Aye
Multiple black killings
They been doing this shit for years
Aye, So i ain't got no feelings
When they say they killed a pig
Where i'm from the darkest killings
Happen to you right in mid day!