Out Of Control

Never in my city always lonely
Always doing smoke always smokey
Peng ting tryna her friend she know me
She just saw me on the gram she just phoney
Niggas borrowing my flow man they owe me
Every brown ting I know they a trophy
That’s Cara, Lexy, Sophie
I got rep in the ends like Ochie
(Lotta man they)
Lotta man ah crumble under pressure
Me I’m flexer
Finnesser
Ask TT
Alexa
I used to keep lean on my dresser
Ask fee fee them man know that
I was serving the fiends like Novak
Plug ain’t he a geez he a Polak
I need ice in my teeth like Bodak
Trap still boom like metro
4 rings diesel no petrol
£3 meal deal at Tesco
J 1's on my feet they retro
Still do ten toes for the paper
Them niggas singing like Sega
Spend the night with Megan no trainer
I got brain but that was a no brainier
Pot still bubble and spill
Still walk with rubber and steel
Paint splash on my jeans they real
Will splash for my G I will
Spend money every day I kill
Make money every day no chill
Spend money every day I kill
Make money every way no chill
Yeah, yeah
Hook:
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control control
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control, control (Control)
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control, control (Control yeah)
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control, control (Control)
Yeah we living now
Winter winning got the realist sound
I told you come and be my shooter you my driller now
(Yeah)
Tell me who you been about
These bitches listening to me A2 and Tiller now
Big amounts
I only listen if it’s big amounts
I ain’t from East but i need me 1Figures now
They see us in the city we them niggas now
Bar4Bar we getting busy now
Old girl pissed cause she a zombie
New girl probably wanna fuck me in her en suite
Yeah i bet you think that this song is about you
But this song ain’t about you
You’re just paro cause you on me
Oh well
Yeah i got the links for them hotels
The Shard it ain’t nothing
OG got the Yeezys and Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
Jumpman, Jumpman them boys up to something
It’s Side
Hook:
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control control
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control, control (Control)
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control, control (Control yeah)
I’m tryna be ballin' outta control (Control)
Control, control, control (Control)