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anti da menace - outta bounds lyrics

[verse 1]
let me tell you ’bout this crazy story, i walked down the street
it was just them, my glock, and me, guess them p+ssies think i’m sweet
but [?], boy, i was wrong, i was just thirteen with .223
aim it at his dome, gotta make it home to see ms. e
let me get back to the strip, he clutch this fire, let it rip
plus his partner got a switch but he don’t know how to use that b+tch
ain’t gon’ lie, it passed my eye, i thought i’d die when it went off
apd came down the street, i’m movin’ fast, i can’t get caught
plus they still shootin’ at me, i had to rock out with my glock
you know i came up out that cut, say f+ck the law, i let it pop
then i hit my brother phone, he say, “lil’ twin, boy, you just o.d’d”
but you know that i can’t go, might have a shoot+out with the police
but he still gon’ come and pick me up, it’s do or die, he don’t give a f+ck
he didn’t have no other way, i told him, “take my mama truck”
i hear dogs barkin’, in the wood, sh+t ain’t goin’ good
i don’t give a f+ck, that’s on my child, i’m goin’ back to the hood

[chorus]
i might cause a tragedy, drop a hunnid where his daddy sleep
drill, drill, drill, murder time, it take control of me
long as i got my mama, i don’t need no b+tch holdin’ me
down, he a clown, better not catch you out of bounds

[verse 2]
when you see some blood come out of score, that sh+t gon’ turn you cold
n+ggas droppin’ back to back ’cause they can’t stop, this sh+t gettin’ old
know i make my mama proud, she still be prayin’ for her child
they kicked me out of every school, start slangin’ fire, swear i was wild
drill style, i get real loud
tryna play with me like a p+ssy, you gon’ make me k!ll y’all
i ain’t even get no sleep, i’ve been workin’, ain’t n0body perfect
she can get a half of this lil’ perky, i can’t buy her birkin
get behind yo’ b+tch, you cryin’ and sh+t ’cause you can’t find a b+tch
talk sh+t on the ‘gram, but n+ggas get scared when i’m on slime sh+t
i don’t know what’s wrong, hit a beat and get to ridin’ sh+t
i’m wylin’ out, better get your b+tch before i fly her out
in the different zone, yeah, money what my mind on
shots come out that fully, leave a p+ssy n+gga spine gone
red zone, they say anti tweakin’ out, that lil’ boy got a dead soul
he mad at me, ’cause his b+tch be bitin’ like a red nose
[chorus]
i might cause a tragedy, drop a hunnid where his daddy sleep
drill, drill, drill, murder time, it take control of me
long as i got my mama, i don’t need no b+tch holdin’ me
down, he a clown, better not catch you out of bounds

- anti da menace lyrics

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