Outside!

(Oh-yeah)
(Oh-yeah)
(Oh-oh)

Early in the morning cooking grits, oh yeah
I stay in the crib, I'm making hits, oh yeah
All my money blue, not talking crips, oh yeah
Niggas wish that they could live like this, oh yeah (aye)

All the people asking 'bout my life, I'm fine
Pull up to the party just to flex my ride
Niggas acting scary, they won't step outside
Better match the speed or you'll get left outside

Yeah, chop hittin' like a laser
Damn, this shawty bad
I'm thinking "I could never date her"
Now I slide through her shit like lotion (word)
Sipping on H2O, no potion (yessir)
Got them poles, you know I tote 'em (totem pole)
Creasing niggas, yeah I fold 'em (fold 'em, oh)

But I hope you know that I will never change, baby
I got all the money but I promise I'm the same, baby (never change)
Just wait till the day I get my fame, baby
Promise you that everyone is gonna know my name, baby (know the name)

Me and you niggas, we are not the same (Wick)
I've been way too busy merging through lanes (swerve)
Walk through the function, they all know my name
I'm grabbing attention like I'm Major Payne, yeah

Me and the gang going up, yeah (oh-oh)
Yeah, ain't no stopping us, no way (yeah)
Me and the gang going up (oh-oh)
Up, up, up, yeah

Early in the morning cooking grits, grits, grits, yeah
Steady in the crib making hits, hits, hits, yeah
All my money blue, not talking crips, crips, crips, yeah
Niggas wish that they could live like this, this, this, yeah

All the people asking 'bout my life, I'm fine
Pull up to the party just to flex my ride
Niggas acting scary, they won't step outside
Better match the speed or you'll get left outside (yeah)

(Left outside)
(Yeah, don't get left outside)
(Pull up to the party just to flex my ride, yeah)
(Don't get left outside)



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Writer(s): Emmanuel Stephens
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