Future & Metro Boomin – Out Of My Hands Lyrics

Album on WE DON’T TRUST YOU

Out Of My Hands Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t you know? Don’t you know?
This life is amazin’, special occasions, we smoke nigga likes packs
We roll niggas like, uh
We cook niggas like crack, givin’ it back
So many ties, right or wrong, down for the guys (Swerve)
We ready to ride, dog, whenever it’s time (Whenever)
However we gotta play it, we can’t be in the blind (Never in the blind)
It’s gon’ seem complicated to you if you not one of mine (Not one of mine)

[Chorus]
Plain jane wrapped two tone, already know what I’m on (You know what I’m on)
Shawty look just like a clone, three bitches laying in my room (Layin’ in my room)
Chinchilla drag to the floor, chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho)
Nights ain’t get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor (That money ma’—, brrt)
Ex-bitch strippin’ on the pole, my young bitch stayin’ on stroll (Stayin’ on stroll)
Came through coach, uh, came back Gen G4 (Gen G4)
Pour up one four, uh (Four), pour up one eighth, pour more, uh, uh
Youngin gon’ blow, uh, young kids ’bouta get a trophy, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I’m already cocky, I’m already poppin’, you ain’t gotta gas me (You ain’t gotta gas me)
Went through the islands, went through stylin’, bitch, I went with stallions
Uh
Official, everything I do official
Grab on your pistol, nigga
I’ll fuck your sister, nigga
Treat her like a hooker, nigga
I’m cool on the MAC, ain’t holdin’ nothin’ back
I’m goin’ through the back
I’m ready to go spazz, I’m ready to go splatt
Girl, your nigga wack and that’s just that
Can’t get nothin’ past, I’m stayin’ on my task
Gettin’ my cash, run it up fast
Keepin’ my mask, I’m ready to go blast
That’s just that
I do what I can, it ain’t in the plan
I hope you understand, you can’t comprehend
Ain’t goin’ against my mans to fuck on his bitch, I’m gon’ fuck up these bands
Got too many options, they meet my demand, my team, we done spinned
You went against the gang, you read what I’m saying, it’s out of my hands

[Chorus]
Plain jane wrapped two tone, already know what I’m on (You know what I’m on)
Shawty look just like a clone, three bitches laying in my room (Layin’ in my room)
Chinchilla drag to the floor, chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho)
Nights ain’t get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor (That money ma’—, brrt)
Ex-bitch strippin’ on the pole, my young bitch stayin’ on stroll (Stayin’ on stroll)
Came through coach, uh, came back Gen G4 (Gen G4)
Pour up one four, uh (Four), pour up one eighth, pour more, uh, uh
Youngin gon’ blow, uh, young kids ’bouta get a trophy

[Verse 2]
We learned to embrace it
I’m givin’ you the spotlight, you ain’t gotta say it
I’m givin’ you the spotlight, you ain’t gotta say it, you ain’t gotta say nothin’
We know the code of silence, you ain’t gotta say it, you ain’t gotta say nothin’
Bodies on bodies and bodies and bodies, you ain’t gotta say nothin’
(Don’t you know? Don’t you know?)
Stylin’ you down like a stylist, you ain’t even gotta say nothin’
(Don’t you know? Don’t you know?)
Tell me keep goin’, don’t stop it, you ain’t gotta say nothin’
(Don’t you know? Don’t you know?)
Realest nigga ever hit it, you ain’t gotta say nothin’
(Don’t you know?)
I can tell you fuck with me just because how you fuck on me, you ain’t gotta say nothin’, yeah
(Don’t you know? Don’t you know?)
We ’bout to mess up the city, we ain’t even gotta say nothin’
(Don’t you know?)
I got a padlock on the streets, I don’t have to say nothin’
We do the glass house on the beach, you didn’t have to say nothin’
I took the cash route, goin’ far and you don’t have to say nothin’
For the lil’ homie gettin’ shit sparkin’, I ain’t gotta say nothin’
(You didn’t have to say nothin’, you didn’t have to say nothin’)

[Outro]
Another real situation