Lil Slugg, Berner - Outta Reach lyrics
[Lil Slugg, Berner - Outta Reach lyrics]
(Maestro on the beats) ayy, Slugga thuggin'
Ayy, Berner, holla at these niggas, big bro
Turn the fuck up, keep them bottles comin'
I spend ten grand, it ain't really nothin'
I make a married bitch really
Wanna leave her husband
I send a hundred-piece out
I don't even touch 'em
I like to count the money out
My lil' homie weigh it
These phones are gettin' hot
Watch what you sayin'
I roll the Cherry Pie up just to taste it
Cherry red coupе, what
You think I'm playin'?
Real life, I hit 'em with thе steel pipe
My lil' homie steel still iced, yeah
He killed twice
And fuck a fake chain, you smoke dirt weed
I only blow Cooks
I don't even touch purp' weed
Bay cats, thirty-eight stacks
Coke rocks in his AS' cap, yeah, the base bat
Yeah, homie, where the motherfuckin' weed at?
Styrofoam cup, where the lean at?
Under the moonlight
But, I be outside, so I get my mood right
My mind and my money straight
I know my mama's good
None of my friends are hungry
Everyone's out the hood
I feel so far away, maybe it's outta reach
Yeah, maybe it's outta reach
So far away, maybe it's outta reach
Maybe it's outta reach
(Louisville Lil' Sluggy in this bitch, ho)
I got the Cookie rolled up
Finna take a flight
Cherry Pie, get that pack
It's for the player price
Glass tip up in the 'Wood, gotta hit me right
Her hair long, to her thong
Bel-Air on the ice
Outta state club, tap in, what you need?
I need thirty bands for these lil' ten P's
Lil Slugga, I'm the one who got the city hot
I'm from the Bay, we goin' dumb
We don't milly-rock
I got the syrup in my Faygo every photo shoot
Suckas nervous
Finna press me 'cause I know they spooked
Hot nail, I'm the cover of the latest mag'
My ex mad my new bitch rock the latest bags
And fuck forbidden fruit
I'm blowin' Lemon Tree
I'm in here twistin' up
Shit long as limousines
And if you wanna see some snow
I'm where the blizzards at
Tired of trimmin' all these
Packs with hella scissors, man
I wake up rollin' a couple blunts
Get high while the sun rise
When we fly out to California
I'll get your lungs right
My mind and my money straight
Make sure my mama good
I know my daughter love me
I do what a daddy should
So far away, maybe it's outta reach
Take your phone up baby, I'm outta reach
Like, how they hate but so far away?
I'm outta reach
Ayy, Berner, holla at these niggas, big bro
Turn the fuck up, keep them bottles comin'
I spend ten grand, it ain't really nothin'
I make a married bitch really
Wanna leave her husband
I send a hundred-piece out
I don't even touch 'em
I like to count the money out
My lil' homie weigh it
These phones are gettin' hot
Watch what you sayin'
I roll the Cherry Pie up just to taste it
Cherry red coupе, what
You think I'm playin'?
Real life, I hit 'em with thе steel pipe
My lil' homie steel still iced, yeah
He killed twice
And fuck a fake chain, you smoke dirt weed
I only blow Cooks
I don't even touch purp' weed
Bay cats, thirty-eight stacks
Coke rocks in his AS' cap, yeah, the base bat
Yeah, homie, where the motherfuckin' weed at?
Styrofoam cup, where the lean at?
Under the moonlight
But, I be outside, so I get my mood right
My mind and my money straight
I know my mama's good
None of my friends are hungry
Everyone's out the hood
I feel so far away, maybe it's outta reach
Yeah, maybe it's outta reach
So far away, maybe it's outta reach
Maybe it's outta reach
(Louisville Lil' Sluggy in this bitch, ho)
I got the Cookie rolled up
Finna take a flight
Cherry Pie, get that pack
It's for the player price
Glass tip up in the 'Wood, gotta hit me right
Her hair long, to her thong
Bel-Air on the ice
Outta state club, tap in, what you need?
I need thirty bands for these lil' ten P's
Lil Slugga, I'm the one who got the city hot
I'm from the Bay, we goin' dumb
We don't milly-rock
I got the syrup in my Faygo every photo shoot
Suckas nervous
Finna press me 'cause I know they spooked
Hot nail, I'm the cover of the latest mag'
My ex mad my new bitch rock the latest bags
And fuck forbidden fruit
I'm blowin' Lemon Tree
I'm in here twistin' up
Shit long as limousines
And if you wanna see some snow
I'm where the blizzards at
Tired of trimmin' all these
Packs with hella scissors, man
I wake up rollin' a couple blunts
Get high while the sun rise
When we fly out to California
I'll get your lungs right
My mind and my money straight
Make sure my mama good
I know my daughter love me
I do what a daddy should
So far away, maybe it's outta reach
Take your phone up baby, I'm outta reach
Like, how they hate but so far away?
I'm outta reach