Out The A lyrics

[Intro: AC640]
(Yoyo the producer)
(Alright, come on)
(Bo Jackson, n*gga)
(Hey Dan)

[Chorus: AC640]
Told Ola need the Drac' or the switch if a n*gga play, think he gon' get cracked out the A
I'm a real deal stepper, I jump on two by myself with an all-black K
I don't let sh*t slide, I be ready to get sh*t cracked anytime, anyday
I don't rap 'bout sh*t but murder, I grew up putting this sh*t down broad day

[Verse 1: AC640]
I don't know how to hustle, all I know is to crack me a n*gga, stay down and be humble
And I still get down and dirty, hundred K on his head and I'm popping his buble
Just give me the lo, I'm tryna whack his ass, I don't want to get fronted
And if a n*gga wanted some bump, just say where you're at and you know that I'm coming
Whеre the f*ck is you at? Why the f*ck you keep ducking your hеad when I'm waving my blatt?
How the f*ck I hit him up close with that Drac' and that dumbass n*gga ain't check?

[Verse 2: Ola Runt]
How the f*ck your momma got popped, you ain't get no strength, you OD'd, died
Couldn't open his door, pulled up both sides
He a b*tch [?]
Over the jail, still smoke in the air
Same goes in the streets, same goes in there
Two-man drill, bust down the ten
I'ma hop out first, make sure I'm in
[?] Keltec, built-in beam
G-lock switch with the cooling machine
Free [?], he a murder machine
Four bags, gotta take a trip with a trip
Shoot at the VIP, do it for rapper, your killer getting killed
Making you proud, we spinning for real
n*ggas so goofy, he'll die on a drill
n*gga, you ain't street, you'll die in the field
AC hit me, FaceTime on the burner, I just had to confirm the kill
No Percocet but lil' Zay, he need a pill
I'm in D.C. where they spin just like CD
You can't hang with us, I don't give a f*ck if you got no Bs
All my opps got cooked, I had to underground the beef
B4 paralyzed, where he still keep it in reach
[Chorus: AC640]
Told 'La I need Drac' or the switch if a n*gga play, think he gon' get cracked out the A
I'm a real deal stepper, I jump on two by myself in an all-black K
I don't let sh*t slide, I be ready to get sh*t cracked anytime, anyday
I don't rap 'bout sh*t but murder, I grew up putting this sh*t down broad day