Out The Mix lyrics

[Intro]
(Rell On The Track)

[Verse]
They told you get it back in blood, b*tch, I got it from the dirt
I can't stop pourin' mud, brodie keep chewin' Percs
Don't count your eggs until they hatch, don't trust your plan until it work
If you trappin', hit my line, I got good numbers on them chirps
I can get 'em to your door, buy two, I send four
I'll still be that n*gga if this rap sh*t never blow
I ain't lyin' to you, n*gga want some 'bows, I'll fly 'em to you
'Bout two hundred thousand on the 'Gram, who wanna sign to me? Biggest, huh
I don't go nowhere without my n*ggas, huh
Every time I see a group of hoes, I want the thickest one
And I know these n*ggas really don't like me, so them switches tucked
Last n*gga tried to get down, we had to send him up
Put that boy above the roof, my young n*ggas love to shoot
Hit them n*ggas blocks so many times, made it uncomfortable
Flip that b*tch around the second time, they ain't know what to do
n*ggas better duck or run, get behind the truck or somethin'
All that sh*t from Golden Sun, even Ski's spent it, huh
Never been the one to done, fifty thousand just on guns
Twenty thousand on the light day, I do this sh*t for fun
I watch a n*gga get rich off of rap while he was on the run
I like to keep the money neat, keep a band there right
I'm a stand-up type, last of a dyin' breed
First to leave the crime scene, all I do is find beans
Got my whole arm buss, you ever seen time freeze?
I feel like Boosie in '07, tell the b*tch to wipe me down
I feel like Sosa in 012, 'cause bronem keep them pipes around
I feel like me in 2017 when I dropped "Hold Me Down"
n*ggas can't f*ck with me then and they can't f*ck with me now
Since he had my name in it, we gon' shoot him in his mouth
I'm a P-Rock baby livin' in a million dollar house
I can't let these n*ggas trick me out my spot, I made it out
Family and money two things I don't play about
I be stayin' out the mix, you know that sh*t'll get you killed
I ain't into makin' friends, that ain't even how I'm built
I'ma last a long time 'cause I got my own mind
I don't follow after n*ggas b*tch, I walk my own line
Me and brodie put our heads together, that's a goldmine
He ain't bring his pole out, so I let him hold mine
Boy, you know I ride with two of 'em, I got that sh*t for other
They get behind me, b*tch, keep goin', we got a chopper in the trunk