Outside (feat. TruCarr) [Remix]
Ayy
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can't do, can't go broke
I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold
Ah, ah, ah
Blueface baby chase no ho (Yeah aight)
Chase bank, bank chase, can't go broke (Nope)
Can't take no L, Ms, N, O
Bankroll can't fold, fuck it, bend her over
I'm outside, you in the crib, bitch, Corona over
Real nigga real estate, gotta keep a blower
If you can't shake those close that door
Don't chase me, bitch, chase your goals
Outside all night like a hobo
Hold this four, we ain't fucking, what you came for?
Ho, I get dough, call my lawyer, not the popo
If I get shot, call the doc, fuck a cop, bleed the block
Can't leave 'til he get dropped, drop the drop at his spot
Start the knock without a knock, popped a lock with a Glock
Hit his top, fuck a beef, keep a chop
Bitch, I'm outside, hurry up, chop-chop
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can't do, can't go broke
I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Well look, I can't fuck with snakes, so case closed, jugg, huh
Pesos, bankrolls, bagels good, huh
I go, they go, we go, hood, huh
This bitch, that bitch, let her choose up, ayy, huh
It's a fair game, huh, no need to explain, huh
Shit, the way I be on they necks, I'm like a neck brace, huh
I just fucked somebody bitch, might drop a sextape, huh
Free my niggas outta jail, I hope they escape
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can't do, can't go broke
I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can't do, can't go broke
I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold
Ah, ah, ah
Blueface baby chase no ho (Yeah aight)
Chase bank, bank chase, can't go broke (Nope)
Can't take no L, Ms, N, O
Bankroll can't fold, fuck it, bend her over
I'm outside, you in the crib, bitch, Corona over
Real nigga real estate, gotta keep a blower
If you can't shake those close that door
Don't chase me, bitch, chase your goals
Outside all night like a hobo
Hold this four, we ain't fucking, what you came for?
Ho, I get dough, call my lawyer, not the popo
If I get shot, call the doc, fuck a cop, bleed the block
Can't leave 'til he get dropped, drop the drop at his spot
Start the knock without a knock, popped a lock with a Glock
Hit his top, fuck a beef, keep a chop
Bitch, I'm outside, hurry up, chop-chop
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can't do, can't go broke
I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Well look, I can't fuck with snakes, so case closed, jugg, huh
Pesos, bankrolls, bagels good, huh
I go, they go, we go, hood, huh
This bitch, that bitch, let her choose up, ayy, huh
It's a fair game, huh, no need to explain, huh
Shit, the way I be on they necks, I'm like a neck brace, huh
I just fucked somebody bitch, might drop a sextape, huh
Free my niggas outta jail, I hope they escape
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can't do, can't go broke
I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Rumbles
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