STAY INSIDE Lyrics

Choppa shoot like curry, I get M's like a Mcflurry

I don't drink no dirty, I be lying to the jury

I don't have no worries, I got hoes who love serve me

P Baby, she bring the money in a hurry

You a bitch boy, rob you for your shit boy

It get lit boy, i tell my hoes to sit boy

Keep a stick boy you not good w fist boy

Took yo bitch boy, she good w the spits boy

Sold your boy some Tylenol he thought it was some Adderall

Nigga think he super gremlin popping all that fetanoyl

Fucking on yo hoe, she threw it back like its some love involved

Told the opps to keep a gun, I'm shooting like a basketball

If he want some nicotine, his body lie like Billie Jean

Baby ain't no fixing me, play with yo heart, oh silly rn me

Took the bitch to Papadeauxs , no splitting bills, she pay for me

Pimp nero, pimp c, trill nigga till the death of me

Hit yo mans with a k , I'm talking ketamine

Told the hoe to give me head, I'm talking guillotine

Money keep me moisturize, I'm talking vaseline

In yo hoe, i took a dive, I'm talking submarine

Choppa shoot like curry, I get M's like a Mcflurry

I don't drink no dirty, I be lying to the jury

I don't have no worries, I got hoes who love serve me

P Baby, she bring the money in a hurry

The smoothest criminal, bitch call me Michael Jack

I'm the general, say shoot that body whacked

I'm on her dental, on her tongue, that ain't plaque

I'm on her mental, on mind, I take her back

I'm the Greenspointe pimp make them hoes run a blitz

Call the hoe Mulan she go to war for the kid

Don't love that hoe she only loyal to the scripts,

She get a taste, she fuck the nigga that I pick

New whip sports mode, she said it's giving Nascar

Thumbing through the blues, you can't relate that's the sad part

Why that nigga in my rear view? he gotta head start

Had to turn her up, take a seat this my ted talk

Kid Cudi engine you can hear that bitch humming

Brodie living with his granny and we almost hit his cousin

Bitch I'm talking to this money yeah we gotta good discussion

Her nigga broker denna bitch she lemme beat like a percussionist

You a bitch boy, rob you for your shit boy

It get lit boy, i tell my hoes to sit boy

Keep a stick boy you not good w fist boy

Took yo bitch boy, she good w the spits boy