Bad Lucc, Problem - Outchea lyrics

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 nigga to a ghost over 7 bands
My 5-0-1’s hangin, chain swingin
From the pueblos to the
Raymonds – gang bangin
Southern Cali with the drop
Man the greats revealed
Rag on the steering column nigga, buck a bill
No bueno, Insanos, a bunch of Kanos
Rip out your heart and they
Been A-Holes since las patranos
Watch bread I’ma poppin like a K move
Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too

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')
Nigga, I’m outchea (mean)
Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) nigga, I’m outchea

Aye aye aye aye fuck all that shit nigga
You already know what my shit do
Line that shit up my nigga, yea that

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 kill her
I tell that bitch you seen my
Bitch? 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 nigga out his shoes for the scheming
Then he is cripping in his blood
Bring a demon
Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin'
I pull your bitch 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

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')
Nigga, I’m outchea (mean)
Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) nigga, I’m outchea

Ayo Prob, ayo Prob
Check this shit out my nigga
I got sum for you

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
Nigga swerving 2013, this a turn up, a wrap
I still don’t give a fuck like the burglars
(brah) m-M-My candle, be ridin like a 4 door
Compton California boy
I came about the photo
A nigga play me homo, 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 passionate hide in the kitchen
Special K’s in the cabinet
Pull and get to grabbing it
Like fuckin' let me at em
Cyber thugs tweetin' bout me but
They never ever had em

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')
Nigga, I’m outchea (mean)
Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) nigga, I’m outchea