Lyrical Breakdown of Out My Mind (Searching For My Opps) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Man, big 4L, man)
Mm (Come on, man, you know what I mean? You still got me)
Hold on, mm, feelin' me, savage? Mm
(Ayo, Bleu)
Lil Top, nigga, ride 'round in a droptop with a stolen gun (Oh yeah)
Searchin' for my opps, hold on, hold on
I got my green ass on, time to get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standin' down, bitch, I get down
I got this shit from my mammy (Oh)
I keep that barrel on me, bitch, don't run up on me, I'm scannin'
Hunnids for the dome to fuck a nigga for all them stupid lil' antics
Hold on, say somethin', lil' nigga, 'cause I'm out my mind
I got my wife inside the G station, this bitch, she got that pipe (Oh)
I'm feelin' lesser than a man, 'cause yes, he come, can't get no time
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put these niggas in line
So many kids, man, how you think that I feel? I'm tryna tell you real
I ain't got no money to give, bitch, I'm hustlin' for real
Hold on, I told you lil' nigga, better slow down
'Fore I send my cousin Skully for to bust your fuckin' dome down
All night, I'm hustlin', I done came from nothin', oh yeah
I was fuckin' her, then I put diamonds from the head to legs
Million dollars inside my closet, bitch-ass niggas can play with that
Come inside and I'm out the window and she pop out the back
I got my green ass on, time to get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standin' down, bitch, I get down, I got this shit from my mammy
I keep that barrel on me, bitch, don't run up on me, I'm scannin'
Hunnids for the dome to fuck a nigga for all them stupid lil' antics
Heard 'cause of who run the dope, you don't
Wan' play with me (Don't play with me)
We leave you dead in front your house, this
Shit ain't safe with me (It ain't safe with me)
Mama, I know that my soul gone (Oh), oh
I'm tryna smoke the fuck you smoke on me, oh yeah
Yeah, I'm tryna leave these niggas dead
Hold on, I'm gon' try to tell 'em somethin'
I told 'em, "Oh, yeah"
Lil Top, nigga, how you
Ayy, what you on for? How you livin'?
I hope you gettin' it (I got it, yeah)
Yeah, you know I done made it where I'm at today
I ain't give a fuck 'bout nothin' when I was a lil' kid
I got my green ass on, time to get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standin' down, bitch, I get down, I got this shit from my mammy
I keep that barrel on me, bitch, don't run up on me, I'm scannin'
Hunnids for the dome to fuck a nigga for all them stupid lil' antics
Hold on, say somethin', lil' nigga, 'cause I'm out my mind
I got my wife inside the G station, this bitch, she got that pipe (Oh)
I'm feelin' lesser than a man, 'cause yes, he come, can't get no time
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put these niggas in line
This is lil' Amigo, nigga
Lil Top, big Ferg on the beat, ho, ayy
Call me whatever you want, just don't call me a ho
Don't call me I'm broke, you know I'll fuck you up, nigga
Can't talk too much, let that nigga go