Lyrics Lil Durk – Outta Place
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I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called
With them killers in the city screaming «Redrum»
Seen the opps and you ain’t shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong
You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong
I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole
I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone
I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain’t tell none
These niggas don’t play with us, we said it and it’s gon’ get done
Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I’m duckin’ bedbugs
Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love
Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out
Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side
I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul
If you ain’t gang and you come around, we take your pole
Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes
Five’nem hit you five times with that Glock, that’s cause they Moes (Stones)
And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score
And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score
Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can’t get cash for gold
Limousine, stretch him, I can’t wait ’til we catch him (Pack)
Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him
Foenem got him, he gon’ be dead
I can’t at him, he ain’t no snake, so why he rattle?
His ass a rat, I know he tattle
I know day one’s who was here for the battle
Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can’t feel my face
When I’m ’round different niggas, I be feeling outta place
And I’m over 17, I’ll still take my brother case
If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I’m outta place
If I take some that you ain’t do, I feel like I’m outta place
Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place
I’m outta place, outta place, outta place
I feel I’m outta place
I told my main circle I got ’em
Whatever it is, it really don’t matter, I got ’em (Yeah)
Three million cash for my next album, ?
cash do matter
Doing good, but you could do better
I feel off and turned to an addict
I pick X pills over addy
I send big love to my granny
I fucked a hooper bitch in Miami
I can’t say her name cause that’d do damage
I fucked eight times and I changed my number
I would say the team but that’d be petty
No handshakes, head nod
Go to Iowa to get it off
All the opps fanned out, every time they look up it’s man down
Put some money on my head, I’ma tell you right now go get it back
You brought them lies to the people on the homicide but you spilled them facts
Don’t sit around me, they shot your homie, pussy got get him back
Get him whacked, homicide
We don’t apologize, your street rep is denied
Pussy told us slide, that’s when he died
Rocket launcher, Number-huh
Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can’t feel my face
When I’m ’round different niggas, I be feeling outta place
And I’m over 17, I’ll still take my brother case
If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I’m outta place
These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I’m outta space
If I take some that you ain’t do, I feel like I’m outta place
Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place
I’m outta place, outta place, outta place
I feel I’m outta place