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!
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