Out Of Bounds

Shooters brush right down the block, know this Glock, paint your top red F*ck the opps, all them niggas bitches and they pop dead Bro been out of school for a while but he still got lead Ain't no point of talking, can't go without ted pillow Talking to these hoes, I know they for the Streets bro been stepping in that field but he don't got No cleats He just play the game, express his feelings Wild and out on beats Shawty wilding out on me Don't want love, want loyalty She gon' come correct, no disrespect Treat her like royalty Baby take my hand, walk down the aisle On this road for love, yeah, we been driving miles We don't take that car, skirt, skirt Now we out of town For your love, no out of bounds Make this bread , get out the house Young trap nigga from the south The streets, he infatuated Mama happy, knew her son had graduated Can't function while he sober, he move medicated On that path, stay dedicated If Ian take that chance to take that shot Then I would never made it In that club, he elevated Two turnt up, he elevated Bag on his head, murders premeditated He done sold his soul to the devil, he been separated Angels, they interrogate him He put that on God but they never forgave him You lost so you probably betray him The shots on this Glock could delay him Devil in his eyes, he get crossed, know, this Glock could decay him At his funeral, he in a box, know, this Glock could display him The shots at his top, rearrang Spin blocks, told the opps, they in danger Come on, this XXL shit, man