Out of Bounds

[Verse 1]
Kill him at the light 'cause he got caught up out of bounds
When he got hit with a four nick he made a different sound
Young nigga flip the clip on you, you get turnt to a pound
Been had them switches but shit different, nowadays I'm itchin'
So when I spin, I'm tryna leave like three, four, five victims
Hop out and we aim for tees, who gon' go out blickin'
Nowadays, this shit hot, like some fuckin' Lipton
Can't even make too much shit, drop these niggas, keep on snitchin'
So you gotta be smooth when you walk yo opp and make sure he ain't livin'
How you fuck with me and you on they block they made me draw my pistol
And they know I like to get close up, Big Bluе he 'bout that issue
Sprint that .55, rippin' yo tissue, talkin' that shit, thеn we gon' get you
Smoke an opp and mix his ass with some Bristol
In the Lamborghini Urus, I missed you

All I gotta do is drop the dot on you and they gon' blitz you
They come slidin' through, hop out masked up, there go them killers
And I cannot wait, put that brand new stick on a gorilla
Since they wanna hate, keep on killin', blow this shit up bigger
I can demonstrate, how to blow the top up off a nigga
Say he heavyweight, but if he ain't killin', I don't feel him
Make it escalate, get the beat turnt way up to the celling
I bet they gon' say, when he went out, he took everything with him

(Long live [?] man, 44 gangsters, this shit 5L and after this)

[Verse 2]
Blue just be up on some gangster shit, what the fuck do they be on?
If you throw up 5LK up in this bitch, its gon' go down
If you get up in the way up out this bitch, then you gon' drown
All them niggas gon' die today up out this bitch, I'm talkin' right now
I just bought a new AK up out this bitch, with a hunnid rounds
On that day you play, you gon' lay up out this bitch, you get gunned down (Gunned down)
Spray you like some mace up out this bitch, we flip your crown (Run down)
APD gon' chase me out this bitch, I can't slow down
Fuckin' that bitch, she gettin' tore down
I hit the stick, until there's no rounds
Hittin' your shit, lil nigga slow down
Used to be 6, but what the score now?
HG5L, blood on the town
Back door, it's no love for a clown
.357, that [?]
Stick up, can't get [?]
Took opp top, now blood on the ground
Got my 5L, thug with me now
Sayin’ 5LK or 3LK, quick way get zipped up
Pillow talk and droppin' names, that there gon' get your bitch fucked
I got lots' of chopper aim, I hopped up out that flip truck