Work It Out

it out, work it out It's not my fault I trapped girl, I wish I

 could turn around First time we met, I didn't trust her, I just

 put my band around Ex-****, used to hit her, told her that

 I'll burn that clout Bottle drop from two to three, that's just

 all from word of mouth From a body to attempt to murder, Y-Boy said

 he watched him drown You see that's my scout's a shooter, one phone

 call he's here in town Baby nines with silencers attached but you

 won't hear a sound If I told you about them stories, them horrific

 times in OT You don't wanna know the old me, that's guns,