B-legit - Outta Town lyrics

[Hook:] Birds on the highway flying in the rental The pills look like skittles And the OG's just as strong as can be Let's take a trip outta town I gotta double my money My connect is waiting on me Being broke ain't nothing funny Let's take a trip outta town Box it up and wrap it Then let's get in traffic I can fedex you a package Let's take a trip outta town [Verse 1: E-40] Pardon me... but would you happen to have any gray poupon f** naw b**h we out here clippin' coupons (coupons) Welfare recipients fixed income (income) EBT cards PG&E none After sitting in the dark for a week no lights for a week Made up my mind I'm a do what I gotta to do as a man and get on the grind I rap and I rhyme but so far that ain't made me a dime I'm sick of my mama flippin' pattys working at Maggies commin' home cryin On the weekend workin part time stressin' and prayin' It's goin be alright mommy I put that on me I'm a start sellin tree cause it's less risky Went and got a cannabis card so the popo can't frisk me Goin hard on the yard rollin my sleeve gettin down and dirty Amtrackin it outta state and city to city Greyhound bussin it seal it and tuck it in my booty Got pills, windshield and elbows of broccoli b*atch! [Hook] [Verse 2: B-Legit] Pisces got the prices dope be da nicest n***as cop cakes and cut them into slices Then we get vices feds and the task force I can teach you how to get it, crash course And when it's slow you gotta move around Find a n***a outta town say he gettin down Put em on the ground see you in about a week The only way to eat keep your money in the streets (ya) South n***as put they border up Arizona Mex f** tha border up They even get across if they sorta tuff You gotta know who to trust that's important stuff California grown what you knowin good And they be blowin that up in the back wood And they be coppin that if the scratch good All you gotta do is just give it to the neighborhood [Hook] [Verse 3: Laroo] I give it too ya I got tha tracking number tear the paper up when it lands Quick notha hunned in tha rubba band it's never enough Just feedin 5 (5) on the wake up touch wherever you desire Them n***as pack was quiet I came with all loud Mama didn't know how tha money came she was proud I open doors in a small town avoid snitches Bounce back like trampolines when work missing (GET IT BACK!) Is you lookin for a way in or way out Credit good real n***as never see the drought Shot the game to my lil n***a cause he tha driver Minivan got 10 cakes on each tire We take that highway up town with light traffic No smokin speed limit we so active Have my bread straight big faces facing up Let this rental car trail me with hammers tucked [Hook]