Out Of My Hands - Future
Out Of My Hands - Future Lyrics
Don't you know
Don't you know
This life is amazing
Special occasions
We smoke niggas like packs
We roll niggas like, uh
We cook niggas like crack, giving it back
So many ties, ride around town for the guys (Swerve)
We ready to ride, dawg, whenever it's time (Whenever)
However we gotta play it
We can't be in the blind (No in the blind)
This gon' seem complicated to you if you not one of mine
(You not one of mine)
Plain Jane wrapped two tone
Already know what I'm on, know what I'm on (Know what I'm on)
Shawty look just like a clone
Three bitches laying in my room, yeah (Laying in my room)
Chinchilla dragged to the floor
Chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho)
Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor
Ex-bitch strippin' on the pole
My young bitch stayin' on stroll (Stayin' on stroll)
Can't do coach, uh
Came back gen G4
Pour up one four
(Fuck it) Pour one eight, pour more
Uh, uh
Y'all gon' blow, uh
Young kids boutta get a trophy
I'm already cocky, I'm already poppin'
You ain't gotta gas me (You ain't gotta gas me)
Went through the islands, went through stylin'
Bitch I went with stallions
Uh
Official, everything I do official
Grab on your pistol, nigga
I'll fuck your sister, nigga
Treat her like a hooker, nigga
I'm good on the mack, ain't holdin' nothin' back
I'm walking through the back
I'm ready to go spazz
I'm ready to go splatt
A real nigga whacked
And that's just that
Can't get nothin' past
I'm stayin' on my task
I'm gettin' my cash
Run it up fast
Keepin' my mask
I'm ready to go blast
That's just that
I do what I can, it ain't in the plan, I hope you understand
You can't comprehend, ain't goin' against my mans
To fuck on his bitch, I'm gonna fuck up these bands
Got too many options, give me my demand
My team we
You went against the game, you read what I'm saying
It's out of my hands
Plain Jane wrapped two tone
Already know what I'm on, know what I'm on (Know what I'm on)
Shawty look just like a clone
Three bitches laying in my room, yeah (Laying in my room)
Chinchilla dragged to the floor
Chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho)
Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor
Ex-bitch strippin' on the pole
My young bitch stayin' on stroll (Stayin' on stroll)
Can't do coach, uh
Came back gen G4
Pour up one four
(Fuck it) Pour one eight, pour more
Uh, uh
Y'all gon' blow, uh
Young kids boutta get a trophy
We learned to reset
I'm giving you the spotlight, you ain't gotta say it
Give you the spotlight, you ain't gotta say it
You ain't gotta say none
We know the code of silence
You ain't gotta say it
You ain't gotta say none
Bodies on bodies, and bottles and bottles
You don't gotta say none
Don't you know
Don't you know
Stylin' you down like a stylist, you ain't even gotta say nothin'
Don't you know
Don't you know
Tell me keep going, don't stop, you ain't gotta say none
Don't you know
Don't you know
Realest nigga ever hit it, you ain't gotta say none
Don't you know
I can tell you fuck with me just on how you fuck on me
You ain't gotta say none
Don't you know
Don't you know
We bout to mess up the city, we ain't even gotta say none
Don't you know
I got a pad lock on the streets, still don't have to say none
We do the glass house on the beach, you ain't have to say none
I took the cash route, goin' far and you don't have to say none
'Fore the little homie getting shit sparking, I ain't gotta say none
You didn't have to say none
You didn't have to say none
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