Outside (feat. Lil Vlone)
Pull up when we ride
Pick one you decide
That equal a
That equal a nine like some mathmatics
And they know I'm hella sick so they finna hazmat it
Why they talking down acting like they wanna static
Imma leave the game with number one status
I can't be no actress
I can't do no capping
Making money rapping
Never gone be trapping
Money moves, you lacking
We not with that chatting
While you chat her up
Females in our dm's tryna flatter us
They steady chasing after us
We getting fame so I know they mad at us
All my nigga's really outside
Pull up when we ride
Shawty wanna fuck with him or I
Pick one you decide
Need the money, we see eye to eye
Want it all the time
Bro just pulled up with a four five that equal a nine
All my nigga's really outside
Pull up when we ride
Shawty wanna fuck with him or I
Pick one you decide
Need the money, we see eye to eye
Want it all the time
Bro just pulled up with a four five that equal a nine
Like Durkio, we some neighborhood hero's
And we steady stacking zero's
Count this bread, we count dinero
Yall really some weirdo's
I feel like Calpico
YBC with Vlone
Ain't no friends, you be lone
Mike Amari jean's on
This might be the theme song
She wanted both of us, she can't decide for anything
I'm just living life and she be talking bout a wedding ring
I hop up in the booth and they know I'm down for everything
Been hot, summer sleeping on me like the end of spring
All my nigga's really outside
Pull up when we ride
Shawty wanna fuck with him or I
Pick one you decide
Need the money, we see eye to eye
Want it all the time
Bro just pulled up with a four five that equal a nine
Yeah imma bring it up
And watch me break it down, just pulled up with a new cut
Little mama can't even hit me now, she might be my runner up
I think this shit is getting wild
I told her she could leave I gotta stay, I had to kick her out
I just want the green, them other nigga's taking different routes
This right here my dream, I gotta make through with all the doubt
I just want the golds up on my teeth like cause I'm from the south
Bro think he the shit little nigga, calm down you ain't got no clout
Lemme hear it
Bro you killed that
I barely did shit on that bitch
But lemme hear it though
YBC
Pick one you decide
That equal a
That equal a nine like some mathmatics
And they know I'm hella sick so they finna hazmat it
Why they talking down acting like they wanna static
Imma leave the game with number one status
I can't be no actress
I can't do no capping
Making money rapping
Never gone be trapping
Money moves, you lacking
We not with that chatting
While you chat her up
Females in our dm's tryna flatter us
They steady chasing after us
We getting fame so I know they mad at us
All my nigga's really outside
Pull up when we ride
Shawty wanna fuck with him or I
Pick one you decide
Need the money, we see eye to eye
Want it all the time
Bro just pulled up with a four five that equal a nine
All my nigga's really outside
Pull up when we ride
Shawty wanna fuck with him or I
Pick one you decide
Need the money, we see eye to eye
Want it all the time
Bro just pulled up with a four five that equal a nine
Like Durkio, we some neighborhood hero's
And we steady stacking zero's
Count this bread, we count dinero
Yall really some weirdo's
I feel like Calpico
YBC with Vlone
Ain't no friends, you be lone
Mike Amari jean's on
This might be the theme song
She wanted both of us, she can't decide for anything
I'm just living life and she be talking bout a wedding ring
I hop up in the booth and they know I'm down for everything
Been hot, summer sleeping on me like the end of spring
All my nigga's really outside
Pull up when we ride
Shawty wanna fuck with him or I
Pick one you decide
Need the money, we see eye to eye
Want it all the time
Bro just pulled up with a four five that equal a nine
Yeah imma bring it up
And watch me break it down, just pulled up with a new cut
Little mama can't even hit me now, she might be my runner up
I think this shit is getting wild
I told her she could leave I gotta stay, I had to kick her out
I just want the green, them other nigga's taking different routes
This right here my dream, I gotta make through with all the doubt
I just want the golds up on my teeth like cause I'm from the south
Bro think he the shit little nigga, calm down you ain't got no clout
Lemme hear it
Bro you killed that
I barely did shit on that bitch
But lemme hear it though
YBC
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Writer(s): Sterling May
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