Quinn Ayers - Out of Place Yet So in Place Lyrics

I ain't with that tough talk
You bitch boys ain't about shit
Worried bout your outfits
Burnin up no Auschwitz
Bullet proof outfits
Bitch showing tits
Throwing fits
Jumping on banana splits
Banana splits, splits

I spit
Talk shit
Glock hit
Get yo top ripped
Keep yo f*cking mouth zipped
Ain't no need to write a script
Imma get ya whole clique
Bagg a whole f*cking zip
Then I dip
Leave no tip
R.I.P the whole shit

White tees & such
I hope ya packed ya f*cking lunch
Eating brunch
When it come to bitches
Then I gotta bunch
Ain't no CoD
But Imma pack a punch
Beats so crispy
That add a lil crunch
Cm punk
Whatchu thunk thunk
Ya whatchu thunk
White tees & such
I hope ya f*cking brought ya lunch
Eating brunch
When it come to bitches
Then I gotta bunch
Ain't no CoD
But Imma pack a mother f*cking punch

Word from the wise
This a lyrical exercise
Ain't no need to f*cking try
Or ask why
Ain't no abc
Or x & y & f*cking z
Thinkin all these bitches see
The pain in me
Combo to the heart
Like a 123
Count with me
Bitches bowing down to me
Like damn Q what it be
Now I see
You a mother f*cking G
Thinkin all I do is sing
Got a lot of sexy bitches
& they swear they bi
I despise
All the pity lies

Thought I was f*cking done
I hit ya head jus like a drum
Like bududdum
You a mf bum
Ain't no mathematics
But you can get a sum
Bitches catching cum
While I'm sipping in da rum rum rum rum

Cuz Life is what you choose choose
Hanging w my crews crews
Sipping on da brews brews
Cut a bitch boy loose loose
Follow with a duece duece
I don't have no rules rules
Leave a bitch wetter than some pools pools
Ya I got some tools tools
All you boys fools fools
Ya
All you boys some fools fools
Cuz Life is what you choose choose
Hanging w my crews crews
Sipping on da brews brews
Cut a bitch boy loose loose
Follow with a duece duece
I don't have no rules rules
Leave ya bitch like some pools pools
Ya I got the tools tools
All you boys fool fools
All you boys fool fools
All you boys fool fools

I ain't with that tough talk
U bitch boys ain't about shit
Worried bout your outfits
Burnin up no Auschwitz
Bullet proof outfits
Bitch showing tits
Throwing fits
Jumping on banana splits
Banana splits, splits

I spit
Talk shit
Glock hit
Get yo top ripped
Keep yo f*cking mouth zipped
Ain't no need to write a script
Imma get your whole clique
Bagg a whole f*cking zip
Then I dip
Leave no tip
R.I.P the whole shit
Yuh
R.I.P the whole shit

Out of place yet so in place
Get this bitch up out my face
I can give a f*ck about your race
Or how you control the pace
Imma catch a case
You gotta give my my space
Yuh
You gotta give me my space