Out of Place Yet So in Place

I ain't with that tough talk You bitch boys ain't about shit Worried bout your outfits Burnin up no Auschwitz Bullet proof outfits Bitch showing tits Throwing fits Jumping on banana splits Banana splits, splits I spit Talk shit Glock hit Get yo top ripped Keep yo fucking mouth zipped Ain't no need to write a script Imma get ya whole clique Bagg a whole fucking zip Then I dip Leave no tip R.I.P the whole shit White tees & such I hope ya packed ya fucking lunch Eating brunch When it come to bitches Then I gotta bunch Ain't no CoD But Imma pack a punch Beats so crispy That add a lil crunch Cm punk Whatchu thunk thunk Ya whatchu thunk White tees & such I hope ya fucking brought ya lunch Eating brunch When it come to bitches Then I gotta bunch Ain't no CoD But Imma pack a mother fucking punch Word from the wise This a lyrical exercise Ain't no need to fucking try Or ask why Ain't no abc Or x & y & fucking z Thinkin all these bitches see The pain in me Combo to the heart Like a 123 Count with me Bitches bowing down to me Like damn Q what it be Now I see You a mother fucking G Thinkin all I do is sing Got a lot of sexy bitches & they swear they bi I despise All the pity lies Thought I was fucking done I hit ya head jus like a drum Like bududdum You a mf bum Ain't no mathematics But you can get a sum bitches catching cum While I'm sipping in da rum rum rum rum Cuz Life is what you choose choose Hanging w my crews crews Sipping on da brews brews Cut a bitch boy loose loose Follow with a duece duece I don't have no rules rules Leave a bitch wetter than some pools pools Ya I got some tools tools All you boys fools fools Ya all you boys some fools fools Cuz Life is what you choose choose Hanging w my crews crews Sipping on da brews brews Cut a bitch boy loose loose Follow with a duece duece I don't have no rules rules Leave ya bitch like some pools pools Ya I got the tools tools All you boys fool fools All you boys fool fools All you boys fool fools I ain't with that tough talk U bitch boys ain't about shit worried bout your outfits Burnin up no Auschwitz Bullet proof outfits Bitch showing tits Throwing fits Jumping on banana splits Banana splits, splits I spit Talk shit Glock hit Get yo top ripped Keep yo fucking mouth zipped Ain't no need to write a script Imma get your whole clique Bagg a whole fucking zip Then I dip Leave no tip R.I.P the whole shit Yuh R.I.P the whole shit Out of place yet so in place Get this bitch up out my face I can give a f*ck about your race Or how you control the pace Imma catch a case You gotta give my my space Yuh You gotta give me my space