Out Da Oven

(HUFF47)

I never changed, man, fuck the fame, bitch, I don't want it now
Won't stress a bitch, they come a dime by a dozen, ah
I got my price, you see I'm fly, I come in stunting, uh
They broke as hell, depend on me for what I'm runnning, uh
I'm lost at sea, look at your eyes, I see they flooded, uh
You carry me, I shit on you, this what you wanted, uh
I still got me something to prove, I want the money, uh
I'm tryna get rid of all my blues with blue face hundreds, uh
I fell in love and I knew I shouldn't of done it, uh
You broke my heart and I ain't even knew I seen it coming, uh
I cut 'em off, I'm not involved, I leave 'em bloody, uh
They fold on me, I kill 'em all and that's for nothing, uh
I swear to God I'm going hard, bitch, I'ma buss it, yeah
This choppa walk up on his block and leave him running, yeah
This hollow hit 'em while they hot up out the oven, yeah
I'll tell you something 'bout lil' Rocky, not to fuck with us
I'm feeling nauseous, so I'ma move with caution
They plotting regardless, so I been on my one shit
Really I don't want shit, but body bags for nothing
Oh, that's for nothing
Bunch of sticks to hump with, I do it drumming

Now it's like percussion, beat get to bumping
Feet get to running, beef out the oven
The heat out the oven
You say that you down with, now we out the oven
Say we out the oven
Now it's like percussion, beat get to bumping
Feet get to running, beef out the oven
The heat out the oven
You say that you down with, now we out the oven
Say we out the oven

We off of nothing, sleep walking, running
Beat got me bloody, creep, fuck corruption
Beef for destruction, he sleep and slump 'em
He smack 'em, dump 'em, peep slide and plumped 'em

Now it's like percussion, beat get to bumping
Feet get to running, beef out the oven
The heat out the oven
You say that you down with, now we out the oven
Say we out the oven

Out the oven, now we out the oven, uh
Not to fuck with, lil' Rocky not to fuck with, uh
Get to bussing, he smack and slump 'em
Feet backed all up