Outchea lyrics

[Bad Lucc]

B-B-Bad Lucc on the corner with my homies doin' all bad
We talkin' licks, and not to give my brother ball back
Press the line and I’ma whippin' like a grand daddy[?]
Spillin' vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty
107 were them hustlers on that gunplay
Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway
I’m suited up, I sprinkled of molly over 7 grams
They turned a n*gga to a ghost over 7 bands
My 5-0-1’s hangin, chain swingin
From the pueblos to the Raymonds – gang bangin
Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed
Rag on the steering column n*gga, buck a bill
No bueno, Insanos, a bunch of Kanos
Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since las patranos
Watch bread I’ma poppin like a K move
Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too

[Hook]
Yea I’m outchea (hustlin')
I’m outchea (grindin')
I’m outchea (stuffin')
I’m outchea (rollin')
I’m outchea (geekin')
I’m outchea (roosted)
I’m outchea (beastin')
n*gga, I’m outchea (mean)
n*gga, I’m outchea (mean)
n*gga, I’m outchea
Aye aye aye aye f*ck all that sh*t n*gga
You already know what my sh*t do
Line that sh*t up my n*gga, yea that

[Bad Lucc]
T-T-Topic of discussion – where the gang moves
Whippin' through the city like I can't loose
I be outchea with a bad one in the zip and kill her
I tell that b*tch you seen my b*tch? You better keep it realer
They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams
You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam
Knock a n*gga out his shoes for the scheming
Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon
Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin'
I pull your b*tch up in this lane and she name changing
Fatty boostin', man I’m pilin' up the molly damn
My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down
To let us get it, call me if she with it
B A D, I’m bout that business, they only fit it
I born fully, never fail, I’m about the nail
Out the gate fresh as hell like I'm outchea

[Hook]

Ayo Prob, ayo Prob
Check this sh*t out my n*gga, I got sum for you
[Problem]
I’m going big on these busters, I do my thing fully
Runnin up on these hoes, go tag my name cutie
I’m getting money persona, yea I'm bent like a comma
And I stay with that Bud like my name Rudy
Straight serve, rollin rollin big
Suburban, urban, diamond my lane, n*gga swerving
2013, this a turn up, a wrap
I still don’t give a f*ck like the burglars (brah!)
M-M-My candle, be ridin like a 4 door
Compton California boy, I came about the photo
A n*gga play me homo, I used him as a promo
Bomb first, bomb worse, now go and let your bro low
The problem ain’t havin' it, grind so passionate
Hide in the kitchen, special K’s in the cabinet
Pull and get to grabbing it, like f*ckin' let me at em
Cyber thugs tweetin' bout me but they never ever had em

[Hook]