Out of Control

chorus x 1

 

Now im out of control In my Mercedes I roll

When I pull up at your place you know it's on for sure

It's fight night tonight. I'm dressed to kill ya'll

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with Christian Dior

 

stupid ho just kept going. I told you don't speak just shush cunt

Called my bluff .spun some new shit. now I'm parked up out the front

Im comming in to get cha you any way that I have to

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby I bet cha

 

You should of locked up ya mouth bitch now ya lockin your door

Shoulda listened when I said don't wanna hear you talking shit no more

Cause if its on mother fucker than its on g

you gonna wish you never ever even fucken knew me

 

chorus x 1

 

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

A multi million voltage shock for you to get called out on a beef

I love to see the look on their faces when they look in my eyes

A pair of pretty made up baby blue cold steel staring surprise

I'm the Beuaty Queen B with gangster status that's banging

A sexy armed & dangerous fuckin female asassin

 

Yeah you aint so tough now bitch yeah you aint so tuff now

aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

I can't help it. its the way that I am like its the way that your not

you were faking being hard and now you gonna get got

You crossed the line fucked with mine and now your shit outta luck

Cause I don't give no mother fucken warning shot

 

chorus

(I'm outta control yeah i'm outta control. bitch you must be trippin now I'm outta control. In my mercedes I roll coming straight to ya door.

you wanna fuck with me now I'm outta control)