We Outside (feat. ZayyZayy)
Uhh, Goons in here don't trip
I got a baddie she act like my bitch
Got the same goal we just tryna get rich
In love with the hustle i feel like i'm mitch
Talking too hot, these bullets make you glitch
Gang in the spot you know we getting lit (Oh, we getting lit)
Oh, that's your bitch why she walk with a limp
Keeping a pole it don't matter the sitch (Matter the sitch)
Uhhh (Yeah)
Yo gang, we outside you know how we ride
Yo gang, we outside come on now catch this vibe
Gang, we outside you know how we ride
You can't match the vibe, (Yeah-Uhh)
These niggas just see me and run (Grrah-grrah)
Ain't no play when i'm upping my gun (Upping my what?)
These niggas ain't never on nothin'
Like they man's got turn't into runtz
I'ma ooter i play for the suns (Grrah)
Got a nina it came with a drum
Try to play and i'm throwing a bunch
Niggas already know that i do this for fun
Touch down what's the location?
Bend through i'm situated
Call zayy, he feeling dangerous
They sending fake addy's these niggas be baiting (Like what?)
Caught a op i was feeling impatient
40k they know what we banging
Wit da fetti's, they know that i'm sanctioned
Momma proud she know i'ma make it
Don't run, Don't run don't trip
Catch a op with the gun on my hip
I'm a lil nigga talking my shit
And these niggas still hating and shit
(Don't run, Don't run don't trip
Catch a op with the gun on my hip
Don't run, Don't run don't trip
Catch a op with the gun on my hip)
Look, i got the power plug me in a socket
i'm taking off like i'm in a rocket
Y'all niggas getting out of pocket
I see a opp and his body dropping
You want some smoke? we gon' lace em'
He tried to run? had to chase em'
I call up gang and they ready to ride
My brother's keeper you know we gon' slide
If i call gang, they gon' slide
For all of my niggas they ready to ride
See a op and send em' to the sky
Gave em' his chance to say his goodbye
We aim for his head if he wearing a vest
We got them things that'll rip through your chest
You know my shooter's they moving the best
Gang, we outside you know how we ride
Gang, we outside you know how we ride (You know how we ride)
You know how we ride (Still gonna slide)
Come outside, come match this vibe
I got a baddie she act like my bitch
Got the same goal we just tryna get rich
In love with the hustle i feel like i'm mitch
Talking too hot, these bullets make you glitch
Gang in the spot you know we getting lit (Oh, we getting lit)
Oh, that's your bitch why she walk with a limp
Keeping a pole it don't matter the sitch (Matter the sitch)
Uhhh (Yeah)
Yo gang, we outside you know how we ride
Yo gang, we outside come on now catch this vibe
Gang, we outside you know how we ride
You can't match the vibe, (Yeah-Uhh)
These niggas just see me and run (Grrah-grrah)
Ain't no play when i'm upping my gun (Upping my what?)
These niggas ain't never on nothin'
Like they man's got turn't into runtz
I'ma ooter i play for the suns (Grrah)
Got a nina it came with a drum
Try to play and i'm throwing a bunch
Niggas already know that i do this for fun
Touch down what's the location?
Bend through i'm situated
Call zayy, he feeling dangerous
They sending fake addy's these niggas be baiting (Like what?)
Caught a op i was feeling impatient
40k they know what we banging
Wit da fetti's, they know that i'm sanctioned
Momma proud she know i'ma make it
Don't run, Don't run don't trip
Catch a op with the gun on my hip
I'm a lil nigga talking my shit
And these niggas still hating and shit
(Don't run, Don't run don't trip
Catch a op with the gun on my hip
Don't run, Don't run don't trip
Catch a op with the gun on my hip)
Look, i got the power plug me in a socket
i'm taking off like i'm in a rocket
Y'all niggas getting out of pocket
I see a opp and his body dropping
You want some smoke? we gon' lace em'
He tried to run? had to chase em'
I call up gang and they ready to ride
My brother's keeper you know we gon' slide
If i call gang, they gon' slide
For all of my niggas they ready to ride
See a op and send em' to the sky
Gave em' his chance to say his goodbye
We aim for his head if he wearing a vest
We got them things that'll rip through your chest
You know my shooter's they moving the best
Gang, we outside you know how we ride
Gang, we outside you know how we ride (You know how we ride)
You know how we ride (Still gonna slide)
Come outside, come match this vibe
Credits
Writer(s): James Patrick, Alexander Gonzalez, Walt Mansa
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