Out Of My League!

Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you (1xydra, oh my God is that bowe?) Shawty told me she too outa my league Sorry who is you? Diamonds on my neck they gleam Shine bright when they aim that beam At my chest they targeting me But they ain't shooting Them niggas too pussy Dead aim, I ain't no rookie Said something about a, "Blookie?" Boy stop cappin' you ain't bangin' Replacing your c's with some b's do not mean that out of the streets you claimin' Like nigga can you please stop sayin' That, you'd fight but you, "On probation" Like boy you is pussy We already know nigga you can stop pretending Tired of these bitches 'nd niggas thinkin' that they hot shit Might have to go aim at they off switch Leave a bitch dead if her ego too off it Leave a nigga dead if he threaten my block shi' Leave him sliced up for his bro to find him They like, "Oh, no, my bestie! Can't find him!" Check your back shed, he gon' see how we diced him Chop that nigga head off Sippin' on that Smirnoff For me shawty take it off Love when she wearin' them thongs Got her knees she ate it up She on top of me fuckin' it up She might be the one I love Might be trippin' so I'ma back up Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Shawty told me she too outa my league Sorry who is you? Diamonds on my neck they gleam Shine bright when they aim that beam At my chest they targeting me But they ain't shooting Them niggas too pussy Dead aim, I ain't no rookie Spin back in the A5 I'm looking Lurking, checking them corners for 'ootas That say they gon', "Kill me" but they never do it Like nigga stick to it AR-15 what I'm packin' I can neva' get caught lackin' When we caught him he just let it happen Took that nigga chain and his jacket Balmain on my belt keep that shit up 'Cause my money too long makin' them fall She said, "Slide through" I said, "Send the info" He a opp I heard him say, "10-4" F*ck it let me Let me switch up the tempo let me grab the chop load that shit with like 10, .446's shoot that nigga dead in the trenches Make sure to bury him I can't have no stenches I loaded the knocks came with beams 'nd extensions Ain't talking 'bout cords, talkin' mags, .556s Fit 50 in them ready to get to singin' Like f*ck it, I'm killin' 'em Everybody in here catching 10 of 'em Air it out can't leave no fuckin' witnesses You started it bitch I jus' finish it Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Shawty told me she too outa my league Sorry who is you? Diamonds on my neck they gleam Shine bright when they aim that beam At my chest they targeting me But they ain't shooting Them niggas too pussy Dead aim, I ain't no rookie Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you Who is you? Can't love you Let me back up from you