No Outsiders

I been by myself
Bitch Ion trust shit
Big Don D bitch no talking
People say I stank
That's the gas nigga
I don't fuck with them keep it in the past nigga
Gotta new BM my wife bad nigga
All that hating shit
I can smell it in the air
Got so many problems
Imma snap I don't care
You a man or a bitch
Imma smack you I don't care
Got soo many problems
Why you had to bring me up
Now they saying that I'm wrong
But they knowing how I step
Sneak dissing on my name
But your forehead big as fuck
Know a black ass bitch and she tried to kill herself
Know a nigga name rich and i robbed him by the steps
I'm a tall and skinny nigga and my brothers in the back
And my brothers in the back

Why you niggas always talking out the side of your neck
I put 30 in my 40 put a nigga ass in check
Aint got no time play no games
They label me and bro a threat
Break down the wood I'm smoking ops this shit so loud Who tryna match
Oh this your bitch she gave me sloppy then hit it from the back
How you gone stay humble and rack up paper nigga you rat
How your lil brother watch you get shot my lil bro gone bust it back
I stack my money up now I been seeing rack on racks on racks
My niggas GD if Bd get yo bum in the back
Bro got a baby the bitch but that don't mean she get a pass
When we step out we causing hell we like to shoot without a mask
I'm tall and skinny bitch my brother with me yea we repping TAS
I keep that whip just like I'm Django Hit the dash and almost crashed
Some people doubted me now I got bread they begging me for cash
No I ain't never popped pop a molly Cause I rather pop a tag
Might have to run off on the plug Since it's a shortage on the gas



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Writer(s): Deandre Hudson
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