Outside

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, aye, we outside (aye, aye, aye, aye) We outside, yeah (aye, aye, aye, aye) [Verse 1] [?] in the section sitting down with some celebrities I'ma fuck this bitch one time, I won't buy her a wedding ring I take her to the crib and bend her over, don't do settling The money that I got inside my pocket, it's unsettling I flexed up, these niggas really think I startеd wrestling Now that my check up, the baddеst bitches under my covers wrestling Walked inside the club They ain't even check me Took that bitch to Tiffany's Got some head from Stephanie Heard the opps is outside Who the fuck is checking me? Why the fuck you keep bugging me? Why the fuck you keep pestering? Paper all up in my pants, I ain't even go through lecturing Push to start, my new advance, I won't let you get the best of me [Chorus] Slide We not inside, it's nowhere for the opps to hide I'm in a foreign, I don't even know how to put it in drive I'm at Asylum, I told Tony, "Punch the next line" I'ma hit that bitch right now 'cause I wanna fuck her in her prime Vodka shots with white bitches, I wash it down with lime Aye, drugs up in my veins, bands in my pocket like Sublime They wanna be like me? Too bad, you ain't got the drive I used to hit licks with my girl, we was in Miami, Bonnie, Clyde [Verse 2] I don't pull up to your crib because I know it's a waste of time Aye, fuck these niggas, they don't got what I got inside my mind Every time I fuck her face, I reach the deep end of her mind Every time I tell you how I feel, I'm just like, "Nevermind" Every time I'm outside, I tell my bro, "Aye, pass the fye" Every time I'm at Saks, I have to spend at least five Who want the smoke? You finna get that shit, it's not a [?] live If it's smoke, we catch your body, bring it back, dead or alive [Chorus] Slide We not inside, it's nowhere for the opps to hide I'm in a foreign, I don't even know how to put it in drive I'm at Asylum, I told Tony, "Punch the next line" I'ma hit that bitch right now 'cause I wanna fuck her in her prime Vodka shots with white bitches, I wash it down with lime Aye, drugs up in my veins, bands in my pocket like Sublime They wanna be like me? Too bad, you ain't got the drive I used to hit licks with my girl, we was in Miami, Bonnie, Clyde