Outta Sight Outta Mind lyrics

[Intro]
Power, power, power, power
Yeah
Gunna, ooh, ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts, these n*ggas lyin'
You can't relax and keep wastin' time
I want the racks, I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work wit' a stride
I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine

[Post-Chorus]
Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My n*gga El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist
Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some n*ggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your b*tch, she want give me a kiss
Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like p*ss

[Verse 1]
Bought an AP, and took my wrist out of the pot
Pop a bottle of Aces, and pour that sh*t out
Put some diamonds and chandeliers all in the spot
How many racks does this young n*gga got?
I flew to Dubai, I didn't go to DeVry
Hunnit racks to put the jet in the sky
Time is music, this the best you could buy
I'm drippin' b*tches, n*ggas still think they still fly
I think I'm the flyest, I ain't got no stylist
I'm geeked up off Molly, I'm f*cking on Cyrus​
I flew wit' a choppa, I might catch a body
'Cause I see these fake n*ggas through the Cavalli's
I got with my locs and we reunited
These n*ggas quote poems, and they b*tches like it
I didn't turn a ho, when I got indited
If I catch a case, then I gotta fight it
My n*gga called shawty, he ride with the shottie
We pull up in 'Rari's, these n*ggas don't like us
Smoke weed and sip lean and get money, my vices
My frienemies Poison and I know they sheisty
I pray to the lord and he know that I'm righteous
I need a reward 'cause they say I'm the nicest
Got too many bros, they gon' roll out the dices
I stay out the way 'cause n*ggas like mices
[Chorus]
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts, these n*ggas lyin'
You can't relax and keep wastin' time
I want the racks, I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work wit' a stride
I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine

[Post-Chorus]
Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My n*gga El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist
Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some n*ggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your b*tch, she want give me a kiss
Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like p*ss

[Verse 2]
Put the di*k in her mouth, and it's f*ck what you say
f*ck the law, blow the police away
I blew a 50, 'cause I had a long day
When it come to money, I done came a long way
I f*cked the b*tch, but I can't go on a date
She sucked me loose, I put some nut on her face
Let her see the loft, she gotta f*ck at my place
I'm steady bossin', b*tch I'm havin' my way
n*ggas in the trap, but can't get away
But I've been 'round the world, it feel like I'm tourin'
I’m livin' life, I swear I know your life borin'
Mama said don't stop, I gotta keep goin'
The house so big, the bedroom got an alarm
The necklace cost so much it came wit' a charm
The diamonds drippin' like the rain when it stormy
These n*ggas say that they lookin', well I'm finna' show 'em
So many acres it look like a farm
23 Million like I'm Michael Jordan
2 or 3 b*tches, they wanna come join
f*ck all these b*tches, I feel like a Don
I looked in the mirror, I know I'm the one
You ain't gonna shoot, but you carry a gun
n*ggas act tough, don't want to bury your son
Had to stay down, stack them racks through the month
[Chorus]
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts, these n*ggas lyin'
You can't relax and keep wastin' time
I want the racks, I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work wit' a stride
I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine

[Post-Chorus]
Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My n*gga El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist
Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some n*ggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your b*tch, she want give me a kiss
Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like p*ss

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah