Outta Reach lyrics

[Intro: Lil Slugg]
(Maestro on the beats)
Ayy, Slugga thuggin'
Ayy, Berner, holla at these n*ggas, big bro

[Verse 1: Berner]
Turn the f*ck up, keep them bottles comin'
I spend ten grand, it ain't really nothin'
I make a married b*tch really wanna leave her husband
I send a hundred-piece out, I don't even touch 'em
I like to count the money out, my lil' homie weigh it
These phones are gettin' hot, watch what you sayin'
I roll the Cherry Pie up just to taste it
Cherry red coupе, what, you think I'm playin'?
Real life, I hit 'em with thе steel pipe
My lil' homie steel still iced, yeah, he killed twice
And f*ck a fake chain, you smoke dirt weed
I only blow Cooks, I don't even touch purp' weed
Bay cats, thirty-eight stacks
Coke rocks in his AS' cap, yeah, the base-bat
Yeah, homie, where the motherf*ckin' weed at?
Styrofoam cup, where the lean at?

[Chorus: Lil Slugg]
[?] under the moonlight
But I be outside, so I get my mood right
My mind and my money straight, I know my mama's good
None of my friends are hungry, everyone's out the hood
I feel so far away, maybe it's outta reach
Yeah, maybe it's outta reach
[?] so far away, maybe it's outta reach
Maybe it's outta reach (Louisville Lil' Sluggy in this b*tch, ho)
[Verse 2: Lil Slugg]
I got the Cookie rolled up, finna take a flight
Cherry Pie, get that pack, it's for the player price
Glass tip up in the 'Wood, gotta hit me right
Her hair long, to her thong, Bel-Air on the ice
Outta state club, tap in, what you need?
I need thirty bands for these lil' ten P's
Lil Slugga, I'm the one who got the city hot
I'm from the Bay, we goin' dumb, we don't milly-rock
I got the syrup in my Faygo every photo shoot
Suckas nervous, finna press me 'cause I know they spooked
Hot nail, I'm the cover of the latest mag'
My ex mad my new b*tch rock the latest bags
And f*ck forbidden fruit, I'm blowin' Lemon Tree
I'm in here twistin' up sh*t long as limousines
And if you wanna see some snow, I'm where the blizzards at
Tired of trimmin' all these packs with hella scissors, man
I wake up rollin' a couple blunts, get high while the sun rise
When we fly out to California, I'll get your lungs right
My mind and my money straight, make sure my mama good
I know my daughter love me, I do what a daddy should

[Outro: Lil Slugg]
[?] so far away, maybe it's outta reach
Take your phone up
Baby, I'm outta reach
Like, how they hate but so far away?
[?] I'm outta reach