Ka$h Jones, 3Block4 - Out Of Control

Whoa we been out of control I swear
Black we been out of control you know
Word to Money we been out of control
Back when I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead
I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

I rep the three like Addis mane
Whoop on your ass like I'm Pootie Tang
Smoke me a blunt to the face
I just want me a Kim K
But I take one from the T
She loving and freaking on me
I got to get back to the trap
Got to take over the map
Money Money what's up Money
I need dough what's up Four
'07 start kicking in doors
Start bagging a couple of hoes
Now I'm bagging the smoke
Started off cutting up soap
22 ready to mother fucking shoot you
Fuck what you talking bout little dude
If you got problem we can get into it
Always been mother fucking fool
Kept me that mother fucking tool
Knock out your mother fucking tooth
You know how the fuck I do
It's Black Meju bitch
DNG yeah I'm looped

Back when I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead
I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead
I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

Cant be a boss you don't listen
Middle school serving up dimes in detention
Bitch I was homeless never went hungry
Had everything out the mud on my lonely
Thought I was crazy called me a flunky
Got fronted some hard a I found me a junky
He said it's dope but I just swathe money
And all I could think is they can't take nothing from me
I just play stupid life made me ruthless
Found me a check and them bitches start choosing
Some tried to rob me an some tried to use me
Now my trap booming
Tryin to make movies
Fuck up the club and leave everyone booted
Never knew love I don't want to know cupid
But I met a plug an a couple of shooters
I know your homies an y'all just some losers
You a bitch an you lie in your music
That's why I stack my penny's ceiling
I siping on Henry until I get dizzy
All of my niggas is with it for real
I got the steal for real
All of my niggas ten years plus we kill

Back when I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead
I was popping pills getting out of control
Before the heat was hitting Clay we was breaking the mold
I had been spitting that fire you just woke up with that morning breath
Fuck what you heard pickle to your head leave you brain dead

Written by:
C Washington, T Moyer

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