Out of Bounds lyrics

[Verse 1]
Kill him at the light 'cause he got caught up out of bounds
When he got hit with a four nick he made a different sound
Young n*gga flip the clip on you, you get turnt to a pound
Been had them switches but sh*t different, nowadays I'm itchin'
(This can't be real, mayday, mayday, mayday! N9815L, I'm in trouble, mayday, mayday, mayday!)
So when I spin, I'm tryna leave like three, four, five victims
Hop out and we aim for teeth, who gon' go out blickin'
Nowadays, this sh*t hot, like some f*ckin' Lipton
Can't even make too much sh*t, drop these n*ggas, keep on snitchin'
So you gotta be smooth when you walk yo opp and make sure he ain't livin'
How you f*ck with me and you on they block, they made me draw my pistol
And they know I likе to get close up, big Blue hе 'bout that issue
Sprint that 55, rippin' yo tissue, talkin' that sh*t, then we gon' get you
Smoke an opp and mix his ass with some Bristol
In the Lamborghini Urus, I missed you
All I gotta do is drop the dot on you and they gon' blitz you
They come slidin' through, hop out masked up, there go them killers
And I cannot wait, put that brand new stick on a gorilla
Since they wanna hate, keep on killin', blow this sh*t up bigger
I can demonstrate, how to blow the top up off a n*gga
Say he heavyweight, but if he ain't killin', I don't feel him
Make it escalate, get the beat turnt way up to the celling
I bet they gon' say, when he went out, he took everything with him

[Bridge]
Long live [College my boat] man, 44 gangsters, this sh*t 5L and after this
[Verse 2]
Blue just be up on some gangster sh*t, what the f*ck do they be on?
If you throw up 5LK up in this b*tch, its gon' go down
If you get up in the way up out this b*tch, then you gon' drown
All them n*ggas gon' die today up out this b*tch, I'm talkin' right now
I just bought a new AK up out this b*tch, with a hunnid rounds
On that day you play, you gon' lay up out this b*tch, you get gunned down (Gunned down)
Spray you like some mace up out this b*tch, we flip your crown (Run down)
APD gon' chase me out this b*tch, I can't slow down (Slow down)
f*ckin' that b*tch, she gettin' tore down
I hit the stick, until there's no rounds
Hittin' your sh*t, lil n*gga slow down
Used to be 6, but what the score now?
HG5L, blood on the town
Back door, it's no love for a clown
.357, that snub on her now
Stick up kid, get drug for the pound
Took opp top, now blood on the ground
Got my 5L, thug with me now
Sayin’ 5LK or 3LK, quick way get zipped up
Pillow talk and droppin' names, that there gon' get your b*tch f*cked
I got lots' of chopper aim, I hopped up out that flip truck