Outside

They don't be outside (Hey, glumboy)
(Lil Flexer got that fire)

They don't be outside
Outside
Outside, yeah
They don't be outside, outside, outside, outside

She might look good, but she ugly on the inside
Keep some money on me, I can't just be no broke guy
I used to be down, that's why I get so high
I used to just be outside
Now I'm getting money on the side
Now I'm getting money with the guys
Oh, you want some beef? We gave you fries
I was down bad but I ain't cry
How the fuck I'm making money when I'm high?
The gun don't give a fuck I think it's Bi
The money going up and you know why
We took him out the picture, he got cropped
He didn't go to jail 'cause he a cop
I been outside what about my opps?
I been outside, Phat just gave me a line
I got these bitches on my dick, but I don't even know why
Until I count a million, I ain't going outside
And I know the opps cool, but they still gon' die

They don't be outside
Outside
Outside, yeah
They don't be outside, outside, outside, outside



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Writer(s): James Edwards, Writer Unknown
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