Stitches - Outta My Mind lyrics

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Stitches - Outta My Mind lyrics

[Chorus: Stitches] So many criminals inside the building when we walk in If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the f** you talking? You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing I'm a legend in these streets, b**h I'm always hustling I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow [Verse 1: Stitches] I'ma let it blow, you about to get a bullet hole, in your f**ing dome Playin' 'round with me, I run up in your home In your house, put that duct tape all up on your mouth I'm about to take the bricks that you got stashed up in your couch It's a robbery, but it's 'bout to be a homicide I'm about to decide, is he dead or alive? Look into my eyes, those are the eyes of a k**er When I look in your eyes, I can tell you ain't a hitter I'm problematic, I got an automatic If you f** with me, this 'bout to get dramatic You, and all of your friends about to die You said you was gon' k** me but b**h I'm still alive I can talk that sh** 'cause I can back it up I just got a hundred bricks and it came from Columbia Also got a plug in Mexico, meet him at the Texaco Mama calling my phone, telling me stop selling all that blow Worry 'bout your own business, I ain't worried about your mama I'm just tryna get this money selling d**, counting commas They say that karma is a b**h but I ain't worried 'bout sh** I'm a man of respect and I will die for this sh** [Chorus: Stitches] So many criminals inside the building when we walk in If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the f** you talking? You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing I'm a legend in these streets, b**h I'm always hustling I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Out of my mind, I'm throwed Know for a fact I'ma stick to the code 38 baby, you know I won't fold I keep a chopper when out on the road Half of these rappers be acting like hoes Up with the Glock and you know I'ma blow If you a b**h then we can't do a song I made a mil and I ain't sell my soul, gang Walk in my show with the beam Fight in the club and I shoot it on scene You know how we living, you know that I'm with it He play, he can get it, I put that on Fiti We don't play no games, get up out his body he gon' die Glock-17, quick to hit a n***a with that fire All night serving fiends, n***a we don't never go inside Say that he want beef, you know for a fact we don't hide [Chorus: Stitches] So many criminals inside the building when we walk in If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the f** you talking? You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing I'm a legend in these streets, b**h I'm always hustling I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow

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