out of sight (feat. 2 Chainz)

Ayy Ayy Run here come the menaces to sobriety like what What Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut What My motherfuckin' Uzi weighs a ton Hit the drum 'til you hear it go Brrup-pum-pum-pum Run piety just really isn't us what a rush See you cuttin' up a pie that's my lunch Run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son Yeah ever ready baby boy Betty movin' extra heavy Whippin' Chevy gotta get it eat spaghetti with the mafia Cuff vegan bitch and feed 'em dick 'cause they don't eat no steak and lobster Sosa was my hero only Tony's just a fuckin' Hawk-ster Out of sight Out of mind out of touch out of time Man I'll smoke a bogie backwards with thumb up like It's fine Run Secrets help I say selflessly divine Leave me here to drown in glory you're too good to cross that line Run-run Tragically struck down in my prime By the speed at which the bags are dropping should've watched the sky You don't wanna live this life it's really not sublime I'm only doing what I want while hockin' loogies at the swine Out of sight Ayy R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy I don't give a fuck out-out-out-out of sight Ayy R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy What you gonna do What you gonna do We the motivating devastating captivating Ghost and Rae relating product of the fuckin' '80s Coke dealin' babies never regulating bag accumulating It would not be overstating to say they are underrating The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady baby We don't need no compliments or confidence Our attitude and latitude is Fuck you pay me Next summer leather bombers dookie ropes and smokin' indica Ain't a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render bruh TV got no temperature even if it did Bitch we cool as penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula Colder than your baby mama heart Uh When she find out you been fuckin' with that other broad and you ain't got that rent for her I know you just about mcfuckin' had it our shit is just magic Go figure the runts of the litter did it without scammin' Was fryin' in the fat of the land now your man is mashin' We back of the class and laughin' you raisin' a hand and tattlin' Mike shitted in your locker then left a note with a winky face Meet us at three o'clock if you wanna do something tragic We'll shrinky-dinky all of that yappin' it's automated The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it'll have it You know I'm poppin' a product of fuckin' poverty I'm cool as AC and you niggas you just wannabes I slide on tracks like home plate Ride beats like road rage Got a crib in like four states uh I get a text like Stay safe Text back I miss that pussy be home soon and I can't wait I came from a dream triple beam and some gray tape Yeah Assistant went shoppin' put my bags in the A8 Hello Mr. Big Faith the bank teller tryna get ranked I buy a hot dog stand if I'm tryna be frank Just left the hospital makin' sure my nigga was straight And sent bail couple dollars 'til they give him a date Tony Out-out-out of sight Ayy R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy I don't give a fuck out-out-out-out of sight Ayy R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy What you gonna do What you gonna do