Caddy Da Don
Текст песни Out of Line

Baltimore city!
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
Fuck with the dog, must have lost your fucking mind!

Scream! Now I'mma really really tripping
I'mma get it cause I want it
Everything you rappers lie about, I'm really, really gone!
Play my... don't listen, but fuck it, I got thrills
I have never took the stain, really, really, never will!
Will you be a CI for a million dollar bill?
Beat the bloody pussies up, gun line.. you kill!
Thousand friends for the Porsche, this is how you kill Bill
Your baby momma retweeting all I said and she will
This the battle of the bands, pockets drunk line filled
See 'em coming in the game, what you're trying to see?
Rapping Baltimore city, that's a very rare breed
Blowing sweet and soar Diesel, that's a very rare wheel
...I will provide what you need!
You ain't never had a bill for a quarter mill, pay that!
Five band stacks, pop the lottery, play that!
Deep down ain't no passing on my lolo with the.. that

Chorus:
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
They're out of pocket, they're out of line

They're out of pocket, they're out of line
Fuck with the dog, must have lost your fucking mind!
They're out of pocket, they're out of line

.. se siente, ..extra fifty say that
Need a picture of your kids, and the address where you stay at
See the money they're demanding, progress like a mechanic
Last time he fix my car bought a house and a boat
I'm harder than concrete, Louis Vuitton feet
I .. in the glass.. I sing in the ass...
I'm reckless than... them checks coming past me
My inches are nasty, I know where to cash it!
Got loud but don't pass it, just open the trespass
You might need a gas mask, I'm moving the grass...
They're yelling for more blow, I'm giving them more flow
I swear it's the same thing, addicted to tongue ring
On my bed ringtone I just did my thing home
I'm cool with the essays, no typing the paper
The poppy play crazy, booked a flight to Jamaica
I go... with Tommy guns!

Chorus:
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
They're out of pocket, they're out of line
Fuck with the dog, must have lost your fucking mind!
They're out of pocket, they're out of line