Out Of Sight (feat. 2 Chainz)

Ayy, ayy

Ru-ru-run-run, here come the menace, it's a sobriety, like what?

Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut

What-what, what-what? My motherfuckin' Uzi weighs a ton

Hit the drum, do you hear it go, "Brrup-pum-pum-pum"

Run-run, piety just really isn't us

What a rush, see you cuttin' up a bod', that's my lunch

Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come

It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son

Yeah, give a really baby boy, beta movin' extra heavy

Whippin' Chevy (Uh), gotta get it, eat spaghetti with the maf'

So vegan, bitch, if he don't get 'cause they don't eat no steak and lobster

Sosa was my hero, only Tony since a fuckin' Hawk

(Out of sight) Out of mind, out of touch, out of time

Man, I'll smoke a bogie backwards with thumb up like, "It's fine"

(Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine

Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line

(Run-run) Tragically struck down in my prime

By the speed at which the bags are dropping

Shoulda watched the sky

You don't wanna live this life, it's really not sublime

I'm only doing what I want while hockin' loogies at the swine

Out of sight (ayy)

R-T-J, what you say? (ayy)

I don't give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (ayy)

R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (ayy)

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

We the motivating, devastating, captivating, Ghost and Rae relating

Product of the fuckin '80s, coke dealing babies

Never regulating, bag accumulating, it would not be overstating to say they are underrating

The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady baby

We don't need no compliments or confidence

Our attitude and latitude is, "Fuck you pay me"

Next summer leather bombers, dookie ropes and smokin' indica

Ain't a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render, bruh

TV got no temperature, even if it did

Bitch, we cool as penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula

Colder than your baby mama heart (uh)

When she find out you been fuckin' with that other broad

And you ain't got that rent for her

I know you just about mcfuckin had it our shit is just magic

Go figure the runts of the litter did it without scammin'

Was fryin' in the fat of the land, now your man is mashin'

We back of the class and laughin', you raisin a hand and tattlin'

Mike shitted in your locker then left a note with a winky face

Meet us at three o'clock if you wanna do something tragic

We'll shrinky dinky all of that yappin', it's automated

The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it'll have it

You know I'm poppin', the product of fuckin poverty

I'm cool as AC and you niggas you just wannabes

I slide on tracks like home plate, ride beats like road rage

Got a crib in like four states, uh

I get a text like, "Stay safe"

Text back, "I miss that pussy, be home soon and I can't wait"

I came from a dream, triple beam, and some grey tape (Yeah)

A sister went shoppin' and put my bags in the A8

"Hello Mr. Big Face," the bank teller tryna get rank

I buy a hot dog stand if I'm tryna be frank

Just left the hospital, makin' sure my nigga was straight

And sent bail, couple dollars 'til they give him a date

Tony

Out-out-out of sight (Ayy)

R-T-J, what you say? (Ayy)

I don't give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (ayy)

R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?