Outta Town lyrics

[Verse 1: SSG Splurge]
Yeah, Go
Yeah, we do guns with the gen 5's
f*cking on them hoes with pretty eyes, they got thick thighs
We don't got no smoke with pus*y n*ggas, we make n*ggas cry
I go outta town, got plenty pistols, I bet n*ggas die
We don't do no drive-bys, we hope out get right with em' (yeah)
Every gun came with a scope, hope out and tap the middle (yeah)
Everything came with hair triggers, hope out clip a n*gga
I got Supreme on my black forces, I'm finna kill the b*tches
Hope them hoes don't try to set me up, I bet not kill them b*tches
What we tote sh*t, that sit n*ggas down, one shot hit his liver

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
My cup full of lean and a lil ice, I tell her hit my kidney
My feet swole, my ankles hurt the way I stand on business
You tender, I'll hurt yo feelings f*ckin' on yo b*tches
Gotta chill, I'll kill one of yo homies if you want that tension
Huh, you'll die for trolling, stay out my mentions
Huh, I pull up on yo block I let that (pft pft pft pft)
That hit yo chest, oh you wasn't that hip?
Spill bullets on his tee, that's how you kill that drip

[Verse 3: SSG Splurge]
Yeah, heard they call me goop
I'm mister flip a n*gga whip
I got diamonds on my teeth, go to the jeweler if they chip
I got n*ggas deliver the smoke like a pizza man, I give out tips
We sell sh*t you gotta put right in yo hand, we cannot ship it
If this lil b*tch ain't tryna' f*ck on none of my mans, she cannot lick it
I can't stop, I'm rolling dope, the sh*t look like i'm doing whippets
We got trap phones, crickets
I got straps, I'm trippin'
White and black hoes, I miss em'
Get em' smacked, going to prision (shhh)
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Man, or we could get you shanked?
Pull up to the section, get him shredded, what we gon' take
I'm on time with that money, but to that pus*y I be late
I ain't nuttin' inside no pus*y, you better use yo mouth for face
I broke the local branch, I gotta hit my house for safe
I cut this pop, I almost died, that's cause i hit that drank