Problem - Outchea lyrics

[Bad Lucc] B-B-Bad Lucc on the corner with my homies doin' all bad We talkin' licks, and not to give my brother ball back Press the line and I'ma whippin' like a grand daddy[?] Spillin' vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty 107 were them hustlers on that gunplay Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway I'm suited up, I sprinkled of molly over 7 grams They turned a n***a to a ghost over 7 bands My 5-0-1's hangin, chain swingin From the prevla** to the Raymonds – gang bangin Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed We ain't gonna steal your collar n***a, buck a bill No bueno, the Sanos, a bunch of Canos Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since last patranos Watch bread I'mma poppin like a K move Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too [Hook] Yea I'm outchea (hustlin') I'm outchea (grindin') I'm outchea (stuffin') I'm outchea (rollin') I'm outchea (geekin') I'm outchea (roosted) I'm outchea (beastin') n***a, I'm outchea (mean) n***a, I'm outchea (mean) n***a, I'm outchea Aye aye aye aye f** all that sh** n***a You already know what my sh** do Line that sh** up my n***a, yea that [Bad Lucc] T-T-Topic of discussion – where the gang moves Whippin' through the city like I can't loose I be outchea with a bad one in the zip and k** her I tell that b**h you seen my b**h? You better keep it realer They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam Knock a n***a out his shoes for the scheming Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin' I pull your b**h up in this lane and she name changing Fatty boostin', man I'm pilin' up the molly damn My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down To let us get it, call me if she with it B A D, I'm bout that business, they only fit it I born fully, never fail, I'm about the nail Out the gate fresh as hell like I'm outchea [Hook] Ayo Prob, ayo Prob Check this sh** out my n***a, I got sum for you [Problem] I'm going big on these busters, I do my thing fully Runnin up on these hoes, go tag my name cutie I'm getting money persona, yea I'm bent like a comma And I stay with that Bud like my name Rudy Straight serve, rollin rollin big Suburban, urban, diamond my lane, n***a swerving 2013, this a turn up, a wrap I still don't give a f** like the burglars (brah!) M-M-My candle, be ridin like a 4 door Compton California boy, I came about the photo A n***a play me h*mo, I used him as a promo Bomb first, bomb worse, now go and let your bro low The problem ain't havin' it, grind so pa**ionate Hide in the kitchen, special K's in the cabinet Pull and get to grabbing it, like f**in' let me at em Cyber thugs tweetin' bout me but they never ever had em [Hook]