Outta Style

[Chorus]
I been trappin out these verses like it’s going outta style
Keep a Pom Pom full of killa like it’s going outta style
This hoe say she wanna suck me like it’s going outta style
Living life I can’t get comfy like it’s going outta style

[Refrain]
So don’t play with me
You know that I stay pippy
Long stock pimpin
When I spit, make that hoe break fifty
I just get the bag and chuck the duce up like a late hippy
Blowing F1, I’m off the gas
Bitch you can’t race with me

[Verse]
Yea I grow my own quads (killa)
Even when I pray to God I’m still my own god (killa)
Rise up early with the sun cause I’m my own star (killa)
All this charisma keep her wetter than a coast guard
So if that ass fat, bet I stamp that likе a postcard (killa)
Yea I was woppin across the country with the coast gods (coast gods)
I usеd to ride that number 1 just like a ghost car (ghost car)
Yea big Herglotti riding shotgun, that’s my co-star
We flood the town, had custies sinking like a boat
Oowee, yea this that killa you could O.D. off a toke
Two gs, man if I out this blunt you’ll find that in my roach
Two ps, stuffed in that carry-on, we smoking out the coach
Big P, come through your stereo then let them speaker blow

[Chorus]
I been trappin out these verses like it’s going outta style
Keep a Pom Pom full of killa like it’s going outta style
This hoe say she wanna suck me like it’s going outta style
Living life I can’t get comfy like it’s going outta style

[Refrain]
So don’t play with me
You know that I stay pippy
Long stock pimpin
When I spit, make that hoe break fifty
I just get the bag and chuck the duce up like a late hippy
Blowing F1, I’m off the gas
Bitch you can’t race with me

[Verse]
Ah aw nah, man y'all can't race with me
I just touch gas n pew (pew), David blizzy
Do what the fuck I wanna do, y'all can't lamp wit me
Stay on my hater's necks, like a rank hickey
She said oh dickery dock, she want me to dick her down
Said I want that tippity top, she say she going down
Make time sloppity slop whenever I finish making rounds
Word to Biggie, yeah if the head right I'll be there er’y night
Er'y night, every night, if the head right I'll be there, ery night
Less I say go, that hoe gon keep that pussy airtight
Naw I don't play with it, chop my spinach and feed her bare pipe

[Chorus]
I been trappin out these verses like it’s going outta style
Keep a Pom Pom full of killa like it’s going outta style
This hoe say she wanna suck me like it’s going outta style
Living life I can’t get comfy like it’s going outta style

[Refrain]
So don’t play with me
You know that I stay pippy
Long stock pimpin
When I spit, make that hoe break fifty
I just get the bag and chuck the duce up like a late hippy
Blowing F1, I’m off the gas
Bitch you can’t race with me