Outside

(Uh, uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh)

Told me she don't like me
So why you sitting in the front row, Spike Lee
Told her put some cherry all up in my sprite please
Hopping out the ben'z all up in my white tee (Yea)
They wanna be my friend, but they cant
Looking down on bro yea like he a ant
Yea my pockets grow, but i'm not a plant
Upload on distro, yea i'm not a plant

I wanna pop outside
I don't wanna see you cry
Stack my bread up to the sky
Yea it's infinite like pie
Yea you know I cannot lie
Don't check tags when I buy
You ducking me I wonder why
This not for play this no facade
I don't wanna do to much, I don't wanna play both sides
I got jeans like i'm Billie, but i'm no bad guy
Crews just like i'm Terry this not Brooklyn Nine
And i'm dashing in this rarri she got yeezy slides

She want me cuz I just ran up them bucks
You tryna do you, but thats not what I want
You know this lifestyle isn't a stunt
You and me we can be friends for a month
I'm sending a hit my boy placing a bunt
You see me rocking that Yves Saint Laurent
I send a hit and my boy on a hunt
I went to Dover Street Market for fun

She just pulled me to the side
She said she just want me up front
I'm at Crustaceans and thats just for lunch
I'm up at Din Tai thats just for munch
I took her to Boa she said its too much
I do not choke when i'm in the clutch
Shawty she said she want me for my touch
I stay with the two like its double dutch
I hop in the whip cuz i'm in a rush

Told me she don't like me
So why you sitting in the front row, Spike Lee
Told her put some cherry all up in my sprite please
Hopping out the ben'z all up in my white tee (Yea)
They wanna be my friend, but they cant
Looking down on bro yea like he a ant
Yea my pockets grow, but i'm not a plant
Upload on distro, yea i'm not a plant



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Writer(s): Micah Jackson
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