Out Of My Mind Lyrics - Stitches

[Chorus: Stitches] 

So many criminals inside the building when we walk in 

If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck you talking? 

You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing 

I'm a legend in these streets, bitch I'm always hustling 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow 

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[Verse 1: Stitches] 

I'ma let it blow, you about to get a bullet hole, in your fucking dome 

Playin' 'round with me, I run up in your home 

In your house, put that duct tape all up on your mouth 

I'm about to take the bricks that you got stashed up in your couch 

It's a robbery, but it's 'bout to be a homicide 

I'm about to decide, is he dead or alive? 

Look into my eyes, those are the eyes of a killer 

When I look in your eyes, I can tell you ain't a hitter 

I'm problematic, I got an automatic 

If you fuck with me, this 'bout to get dramatic 

You, and all of your friends about to die 

You said you was gon' kill me but bitch I'm still alive 

I can talk that shit 'cause I can back it up 

I just got a hundred bricks and it came from Columbia 

Also got a plug in Mexico, meet him at the Texaco 

Mama calling my phone, telling me stop selling all that blow 

Worry 'bout your own business, I ain't worried about your mama 

I'm just tryna get this money selling drugs, counting commas 

They say that karma is a bitch but I ain't worried 'bout shit 

I'm a man of respect and I will die for this shit 

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[Chorus: Stitches] 

So many criminals inside the building when we walk in 

If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck you talking? 

You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing 

I'm a legend in these streets, bitch I'm always hustling 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow 

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] 

Out of my mind, I'm throwed 

Know for a fact I'ma stick to the code 

38 baby, you know I won't fold 

I keep a chopper when out on the road 

Half of these rappers be acting like hoes 

Up with the Glock and you know I'ma blow 

If you a bitch then we can't do a song 

I made a mil and I ain't sell my soul, gang 

Walk in my show with the beam 

Fight in the club and I shoot it on scene 

You know how we living, you know that I'm with it 

He play, he can get it, I put that on Fiti 

We don't play no games, get up out his body he gon' die 

Glock-17, quick to hit a nigga with that fire 

All night serving fiends, nigga we don't never go inside 

Say that he want beef, you know for a fact we don't hide 

[Chorus: Stitches] 

So many criminals inside the building when we walk in 

If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck you talking? 

You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing 

I'm a legend in these streets, bitch I'm always hustling 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind 

I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control 

You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow