[Verse: Lucki Eck$]
Yo, I got that
That common courtesy to come ups
I mean sorry, I mean stain for you n***as
I used to be with your eulogy
That's game for you n***as
See green like Triple H [?]
It's about the game for you n***as
Like a sad bitch tweak
It's all the same with you n***as
I'm in my player mode creating
Making names for you n***as
I'm fullback at the line of scrimmage
Making lanes for you n***as
And y'all on snooze like y'all went to bed late and I figure
You gettin sloppy, like we been married for too long
Make a call, a brick, and he call a boy
He doin him too long
They trappin', he like a butler
He sеrving em up the strong
This boy yelling this to God, finna gеt worse about these hoes
Holy shit!
[?] in this bitch
Got the world up on my back, feeling like Atlas in this bitch
Like push me, and my squad snappin
Just a nappy headed savage
The trap is a lifestyle, so I just wrap up in this bitch
Out$iders or no side, so now you grounded in this bitch
I'm pitching out for low hits, y'all ballers round to hit the bitch
You run this shit, that's a bitch
Cuz you can't hit it like its a bitch
So don't be through that cinemax
After dark you might catch a flick boy
[Hook: Lucki Eck$]
Out$iders, ain't no come up
So, so bitch give us the all
Look, don't promote me and let us come up
So n***a money my palm
N***a money my palm, money my palm
N***a money my palm, money my palm
That old ass Jeep take more than [?]
Die trying like 50 n***a money my palm

[Verse 2: Wteve Baker]
Yo
Add a roll to the Adderall
If he act up, bad breakup, we blast the pole
They say pass the blunt, I say pass the soul
I smoke, [?] fashionable
Out$iders admiral
Process the execution
Bro what you representin' and salutin'?
We are the revolution, revelation and solution
Regulations of the state, the mains of the set been shootin'
Time and daily leave protectors clueless
The game the prize [?]
You will never leave a stain alive
File taxes on me I live with, I claim this side
Picture me flamin' eyes, and anguish mind
Surround you in the biggest line if you don't pay your time
I don't write bitch I paint these rhymes
Call me an autoshop, with a weird accent
My songs get more grunts than a bathroom star
With the fuckin' fat bitch
We act like raiders when the sun evade us
So nighttime we split n***as like we 'bout to smoke some Vegas
You with me or your pockets empty
Its Ciroc and Remy
And a psycho man with dreams with Bentley's and staying tipsy
Yuh
[Hook: Lucki Eck$]
Out$iders, ain't no come up
Nah, nah so boy give us an all
Look, don't promote me and let us come up
So, so n***a money my palm
Money my palm, n***a money my palm
Money my palm, n***a money my palm
That old ass Jeep with Wteve Baker & Lucki
Die trying like 50 n***a, money my palm

[Outro: Lucki Eck$ & Wteve Baker]
This for you fuck n***as
Fuck, fuck fuck
No fuck it
Fuck, fuck y'all
No fuck it
O$G, bang!
You a fuckin stupid ass
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