Lyrics:
I earned it by majority vote You want it cuz seniority, tho I got it like a outfielder yo You shootin’ prayers hopin’ it goes, haha I’ma work hard
I'm not in the booth I'm like Babe Ruth Outfielder And to tell the truth? I still home run (swing) Like Babe Ruth Outfielder And if that bitch is
This is Culler's World About to go in Hold up play it restart Told her don’t play with my heart Caught feelings like an outfielder But I can’t throw
money walking through the gate How can I ever look at the scoreboard And where do I kick up the diamond's dirt Is the grass greener with the outfielder's
no time to waste Sorta like an outfielder Now we needing all cleats Flyest bird in the room Now we reading all tweets All wanna do is be All wanna do
outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe Bitch, stop playing, I do it
catch more than outfield-ers half these rappin cats, ain't seen war couldn't score if they had point game, they lame speak my name, i make em dash like
he see our faces Cases catch more than outfield-ers Half these rappin' cats, ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak
he see our faces Cases catch more than outfield-ers Half these rappin' cats, ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak
an outfielder (Are you? Are you? Are you?) Getting that God's view from towers Lookin' downward, like I'm Donald Trump
unfamiliar places Tito smile every time he see our faces (uh-huh) Cases, catch more than outfielders Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war (come on)
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back) Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog (aha) So many back to back hits they call me
for the stretch But you don't know the man is at home waitin to make the catch So the outfielder guns you down You're out, off to the dugout,
home runs over your outfielders Fucked them both I didn't know they were sisters but Now I can clearly see that they're clearly sisters, my bad Blood is
an outfielder I got ya back Like the chiropractor You in good hands like state farm Keep rockin' my world Like it's our theme song She glowin' on these bitches
Uzi got one thing in common it's my pocket loaded Plug said he sell anything that won't kill ya Smoking on gas feeling like an outfielder She like
building I'm not a outfielder But Nigga I'm Southfield-ing Bitch! Bars sounding like I'm from the country side Pull up nofi's got my tank feeling all empty
and tomorrow But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know
Sammy outfielder waiting on them bands to hit No pacifist but I'll spark it up and pass this blunt before I pass a fist So adamant, I been tryna tell
Fuck nigga Hey, like fuck all y'all (Yuh, hey, straight, straight, hey) Best pick out the litter Catch the pop fly I fly, no outfielder Need a big amount
catching Zs like an outfielder, ain't no way you finna fucking score She woke up and thought the flavor was on sale down by at the store Too bad the sauce
butter, lookin fly Money bulgin out my pocket, cause it just can't fit Movin like outfielders, cause I'm carryin knits Even with suits on, or boots on Gees
Young Steve Spielberg I been chillin in the grass. Outfielder Fishman! with the splash Gold Timbs on the dash Big Ben with the pass no steeler Came
boy no pitcher Catch everything an outfielder Ain't gotta shoot I might hit ya Them ain't veneers boy them dentures You really capping for captions Wit
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