Out of Reach Lyrics

Uh ok

Yeah uh

Yeah uh

Had a lot of shit to say

But I'm at the point, I don't really wanna fucking talk about it

I know that they gonna talk though, I never doubt it

Shorty know that she a dime, I'm the King of Diamonds

What the fuck, wait, shit

Ay fuck been going on, yeah the weather got em wilding

Shorty got another side to her, Miley Cyrus

This the time of year I like to fly out to the islands

Six figures showing on the dash, I ain't lying

I been stacking money so the numbers match the mileage

I remember how you used to act in the past

Try to come around now, you won't get acknowledged

Yeah

Barely slept, need a break for the week

I just wanna chill on the coast for the breeze

Never been afraid of the blood on the leaves

Gotta keep it G, like the belt around the waist

Rarely ever miss but I still make mistakes

I can tell a dead Presi looking at its' face

Tryna give my bruddas all the steps that it takes

Yeah

It's the Badboy, The Kid, living life like a bachelor

My new bitch, tell it up front and she back it up

Niggas thinking they can dodge shots in a Challenger

Show them who the fuck you is

Gold plaques for my whole team

Had to turn all my L's into Louie V

How you say we need space when I'm out of reach

How you say we need space when I'm out of reach

Yeah, uh, shit

How you say we need space when The Kid's out of reach

How you say we need, how you say we what

How you say we need space when I'm out of reach