Outside

Lyrics
[Intro] Ayy [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] I can't trust shit, it be like fuck shit Only want the real, no assumptions If you fuck with me, show me somethin' Who was there for me, I had nothin' Look, bitch, I'm from the struggle, I ain't gotta flex, uh, yeah Bitch, I want some cash, I don't want no sex, uh, yeah If it ain't 'bout no money, I don't wanna text, uh, shit If you ain't come direct, you ain't come correct Ayy, look, I be outside while you in the room, uh One sec' you think you good, then boom, uh Cold nigga in the winter, hot in June, uh Keep the pussy, told her I'll hit it soon, ayy, uh I can tell in your eyes you a fraud, uh, yeah You the type of person play it off, uh My pops, he was never just involved, uh, yeah, yeah Guess my mama raised me a dawg, ayy [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah
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Credits
- Writers
- Rumbles
- TruCarr