COME OUTSIDE

Made it out the trenches
Got no option
Bitch I had to
On that paper chase
I ran it up
You know that's past due
You know we got Glocks
We got 9s
We got MACs too
Pop out at lil' Brodie crib
Show 'em what that MAC do
Drop my addy in that live
Them niggas still ain't slide 'bout it
Told him if he shootin' 'bout that bitch
Then he gon' die 'bout it
We don't give no fuck bout that talkin'
Come outside 'bout it
Ridin' wit them heaters
Tryna get a nigga fried 'bout it
We got choppas wit them clips
That's how we ridin' nigga
Gon' and give yo mama back them sticks
If you ain't slidin' nigga
He told me he gon' pop me when he see me
Why u lyin' nigga
All that flexin' for these hoes
Why these pussy niggas dyin' nigga
They know imma pop my shit, and these hoes
They can't get up off my dick
They know imma slang that stick
A fuck nigga think he talkin' slick
They know I came straight out the bottom
I'm chasin' that guala 'til I'm gettin' rich
They kno I'll shoot him and his potna
If he got a problem, I'm fuckin' his bitch
Before the pandemic
My niggas was still masked up
Goin' on hits
Before the pandemic
My niggas still had gloves on
Loadin' up blicks
They all on the net wit' shit
These bitch niggas tryna get on a list
I knew I would make it, ain't know I could rap
I just started takin' risks
Made it out the trenches
Got no option
Bitch I had to
On that paper chase
I ran it up
You know that's past due
You know we got Glocks
We got 9s
We got MACs too
Pop out at lil' Brodie crib
Show 'em what that MAC do
Drop my addy in that live
Them niggas still ain't slide 'bout it
Told him if he shootin' 'bout that bitch
Then he gon' die 'bout it
We don't give no fuck bout that talkin'
Come outside 'bout it
Ridin' wit them heaters
Tryna get a nigga fried 'bout it
These lil' niggas pussy
They be on IG live 'bout it
I ain't wit the cappin' shit
And I ain't wit' the trappin' bitch
But I still make bread off all of my songs
Even if it's half a lick
That Glock got a beam
He couldn't survive it
If I asked to miss
Head shot
Red dot
I call all my niggas deadshot
They hittin' dreadlocks
Niggas say I ain't hardest
Them lil' niggas fanned out
They like
I'm thinkin' 10 now
Nah I'm thinkin' 20 now
All them hoes was dissin' on me
They tryna get wit' me now
All them exes that said fuck me
Tryna say they miss me now
I'm like fuck it
You ain't fuck wit' me when I ain't have shit
Don't be tryna double back
Soon as I got a bag bitch
Made it out the trenches
Got no option
Bitch I had to
On that paper chase
I ran it up
You know that's past due
You know we got Glocks
We got 9s
We got MACs too
Pop out at lil' Brodie crib
Show 'em what that MAC do
Drop my addy in that live
Them niggas still ain't slide 'bout it
Told him if he shootin' 'bout that bitch
Then he gon' die 'bout it
We don't give no fuck bout that talkin'
Come outside 'bout it
Ridin' wit them heaters
Tryna get a nigga fried 'bout it