Outside
Know I'm on they ass tell these niggas
That I'm outside
Eastside shit fried chicken
Mac and cheese on the side
Between me and you it's a difference
I rap what I go through
Yo shit just a lyric
Oh that be yo hoe that's my hoe too
Way back when I snatched up
Her soul her spirit
Trapping this music dope deal it like Bankroll
RIP
Ion really take advice try
Walk a mile in my air forces
Murphy Lee
Popping my shit making labels
Do what I say goes
On my dead homies ima get everything we prayed for
Shots fired promise you gone know
Where they came from
Finna go crazy no cap
Stray jacket Michael Jackson
Young goat boutta go off
Dropped my dead weight in the ocean
Now shit is in motion
Lord forbid I ever lose traction or focus
I'm watching my back for ulterior motives
Sat back and observed like okay I'm reloaded
Ugh
Movin low key El Chapo
Beef I'll knock it right outcha del taco
Ugh
Don't fuck with assumptions
Or gossip
My shooter might pop ya
Look like a Candler Road pothole
Ugh
Know I'm the one like Mo Bamba
In that mode my mental on Mamba
Like Barack protect me at all cost
I got more if they run off with
My sauce
Lil Nigga
Hit after hit I ain't missing
Watch your album flop I can always predict it
Now these bitches on my dick
Watch they panties drop
Man this shit getting rediculous
These rap niggas my clone
Now they gotta pay up with some interest
Know I'm on they ass tell these niggas
That I'm outside
Eastside shit Fried chicken
Mac and cheese on the side
between me and you it's a difference
I rap what I go through
Yo shit just a lyric
Oh that be yo hoe that's my hoe too
Way back when I snatched up
Her soul her spirit
Trapping this music dope deal it like Bankroll
RIP
Ion really take advice
Walk a mile in my air forces
Murphy Lee
Poppin my shit making labels
Do what I say goes
On my dead homies ima get everything we prayed for
Niggas and bitches was quick to jump ship
Took my gang to the ship
Talkin championship
Now niggas is jealous
Bitches is needy
Sayin they miss me
And claiming they need me
I'm good love enjoy
Gotta Queen wit that Fiji
I'm talking tsunami
I might need a squeegee
Me and my brothers like
M & Luigi
UGH
You might catch a shell any moment
No Kizzy
Cause they be some shooters not shy
With that glizzy
Get rich or die trying like Curtis like 50
She flip it reverse it I'm talking like Missy
My Diamonds set tripping
They might make you panic
Know that they flashin'
Kike super bowl Janet
Watch how my blessings
Take me round the planet
Ion take nothing genuine
For granted
How I hold it down
You'll never understand it
Gotta go skitz my uncle schizophrenic
Palisade views kinda panoramic
this shit getting colossal hella paranormal
UGH
I gotta thank God I am not lame
Even if you get some cash
Boy you still lame
Know I'm on they ass tell these niggas
That I'm outside
Eastside shit Fried chicken
Mac and cheese on the side
Between me and you it's a difference
I rap what I go through
Yo shit just a lyric
Oh that be yo hoe that's my hoe too
Way back when I snatched up
Her soul her spirit
Trapping this music dope deal it like Bankroll
RIP
Ion really take advice
Walk a mile in my air forces
Murphy Lee
Poppin my shit making labels
Do what I say goes
On my dead homies ima get everything we prayed for
That I'm outside
Eastside shit fried chicken
Mac and cheese on the side
Between me and you it's a difference
I rap what I go through
Yo shit just a lyric
Oh that be yo hoe that's my hoe too
Way back when I snatched up
Her soul her spirit
Trapping this music dope deal it like Bankroll
RIP
Ion really take advice try
Walk a mile in my air forces
Murphy Lee
Popping my shit making labels
Do what I say goes
On my dead homies ima get everything we prayed for
Shots fired promise you gone know
Where they came from
Finna go crazy no cap
Stray jacket Michael Jackson
Young goat boutta go off
Dropped my dead weight in the ocean
Now shit is in motion
Lord forbid I ever lose traction or focus
I'm watching my back for ulterior motives
Sat back and observed like okay I'm reloaded
Ugh
Movin low key El Chapo
Beef I'll knock it right outcha del taco
Ugh
Don't fuck with assumptions
Or gossip
My shooter might pop ya
Look like a Candler Road pothole
Ugh
Know I'm the one like Mo Bamba
In that mode my mental on Mamba
Like Barack protect me at all cost
I got more if they run off with
My sauce
Lil Nigga
Hit after hit I ain't missing
Watch your album flop I can always predict it
Now these bitches on my dick
Watch they panties drop
Man this shit getting rediculous
These rap niggas my clone
Now they gotta pay up with some interest
Know I'm on they ass tell these niggas
That I'm outside
Eastside shit Fried chicken
Mac and cheese on the side
between me and you it's a difference
I rap what I go through
Yo shit just a lyric
Oh that be yo hoe that's my hoe too
Way back when I snatched up
Her soul her spirit
Trapping this music dope deal it like Bankroll
RIP
Ion really take advice
Walk a mile in my air forces
Murphy Lee
Poppin my shit making labels
Do what I say goes
On my dead homies ima get everything we prayed for
Niggas and bitches was quick to jump ship
Took my gang to the ship
Talkin championship
Now niggas is jealous
Bitches is needy
Sayin they miss me
And claiming they need me
I'm good love enjoy
Gotta Queen wit that Fiji
I'm talking tsunami
I might need a squeegee
Me and my brothers like
M & Luigi
UGH
You might catch a shell any moment
No Kizzy
Cause they be some shooters not shy
With that glizzy
Get rich or die trying like Curtis like 50
She flip it reverse it I'm talking like Missy
My Diamonds set tripping
They might make you panic
Know that they flashin'
Kike super bowl Janet
Watch how my blessings
Take me round the planet
Ion take nothing genuine
For granted
How I hold it down
You'll never understand it
Gotta go skitz my uncle schizophrenic
Palisade views kinda panoramic
this shit getting colossal hella paranormal
UGH
I gotta thank God I am not lame
Even if you get some cash
Boy you still lame
Know I'm on they ass tell these niggas
That I'm outside
Eastside shit Fried chicken
Mac and cheese on the side
Between me and you it's a difference
I rap what I go through
Yo shit just a lyric
Oh that be yo hoe that's my hoe too
Way back when I snatched up
Her soul her spirit
Trapping this music dope deal it like Bankroll
RIP
Ion really take advice
Walk a mile in my air forces
Murphy Lee
Poppin my shit making labels
Do what I say goes
On my dead homies ima get everything we prayed for
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Writer(s): Malik Allen
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