Outta Place lyrics - Lil Durk

 I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called

With them killers in the city screaming "Redrum"

Seen the opps and you ain't shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong

You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong

I talk to my pops every day in the feds cause he got a cellphone

I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole

I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone

I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain't tell none

These niggas don't play with us, we said it and it's gon' get done

Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I'm duckin' bedbugs

Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love

Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out

Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side

I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul

If you ain't gang and you come around, we take your pole

Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes

Five'nem hit you five times with that Glock, that's cause they Moes (Stones)

And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score

And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score

Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can't get cash for gold

Limousine, stretch him, I can't wait 'til we catch him (Pack)

Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him

Foenem got him, he gon' be dead

I can't at him, he ain't no snake, so why he rattle?

His ass a rat, I know he tattle

I know day one's who was here for the battle

Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face

When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place

And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case

If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place

These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space

If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place

Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place

I'm outta place, outta place, outta place

I feel I'm outta place

I told my main circle I got 'em

Whatever it is, it really don't matter, I got 'em (Yeah)

Three million cash for my next album, [?] cash do matter

Doing good, but you could do better

I feel off and turned to an addict

I pick X pills over addy

I send big love to my granny

I fucked a hooper bitch in Miami

I can't say her name cause that'd do damage

I fucked eight times and I changed my number

I would say the team but that'd be petty

No handshakes, head nod

Go to Iowa to get it off

All the opps fanned out, every time they look up it's man down

Put some money on my head, I'ma tell you right now go get it back

You brought them lies to the people on the homicide but you spilled them facts

Don't sit around me, they shot your homie, pussy got get him back

Get him whacked, homicide

We don't apologize, your street rep is denied

Pussy told us slide, that's when he died

Rocket launcher, Number-huh

Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face

When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place

And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case

If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place

These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space

If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place

Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place

I'm outta place, outta place, outta place

I feel I'm outta place