Текст песни Outta Hand (feat. Darrein STL, Az Reign & Chill Pharaoh) - Milhouse

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang' just like a country man
My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild
For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang' just like a country man
My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild

On the clock, we rollin' bands Stuffin' bags count dividends
I'm tryna make enough money I can never spend it
Wanna see the world before I leave this planet Aimin' for the moon when I leave this mountain
Believe I can, I'll make it happen Stick to the plan, be the man

My bitch naked on the bed, she countin' bands My homies bang, leave you surrounded
Show your hands, no sudden movements See just how out of hand
My southwest goons can get bangin, bangin' Wild, for the bands
For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang just like a country man

My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang,Wild
For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies Slang' just like a country man
My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, Wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, Wild
High country, yeah, AZ, where I'm comin' from? They ain't even really knowin' none

High mountain to the desert, son, like D-Book, I came to cook
Man, you better look, two moves, all it took Veteran with this music shit, nope, not no rook
I'm comin' off the top, why they lookin' for the rhyme book
Southwest, Kush in the air, guess I'm too fresh, Prince Stackin' my chips, layin' in Bel Air, keep it pushin, player

For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang' just like a country man
My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild
For them bands, shit get out of hand Fuck all that my homies slang just like a country man
My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, Wild My homies bang, my homies bang, my homies bang, wild

Black mask on in the town, we call it ski Too long pullin's hot, the cold make you geek
Touched turf, hands up and pockets all free It's out of hand, so don't test the crew on me
In the Streets, this is how it's gon' be And you can catch me on the side of the East
Still livin' in the belly of the beast, but we gon' eat, evidence Delete

Out of hand, out of hand, out of hand, out of hand, out of hand, gettin' out of hand
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, we the mans and you know that we gettin' out of hand