backoutside! ft. Yung Young Lyrics

Back outside with a drako, knocking down doors, we cut out your lights, uh huh

Niggas stay talking that shit saying the same old thing, and the niggas still lame, uh huh

She know my name Drako up in this bitch, she screaming Go! Go! Go!

Cooking this heat up like Wheezy, like Future and Gunna, this shit was too easy, yeah

Throwback to when I was backpack

Nigga had nothing, little nigga was struggling, uh huh

Now I pull up in a whip, this shit ain't a Benz

This little bitch a Urus, uh huh

Hundred K up in the bank, and I ain't finna waste this shit on some drank, uh huh

Niggas out of pocket, keep on talking all that shit, put them in they place, uh huh

These niggas they lurking on me

There's a reason I'm keeping this nine on me, yuh

I'm finna skirt off in this Bentley, peace

She talking about come sip this lean with me, yeah

I asked her lil bitch are you serious

I told her you better be kidding me, yeah

She off of the percs, she delirious

She tripped as fuck, she trying to fuck on me, yeah

Tired as fuck, finna fall asleep, yeah

Finna pass this bitch over to Young on me, yeah

Like really I'm out of my way

Leave it all on the court, leave it nothing is safe

And it's only the money I chase, when I took me risk, had to make me a play

Too elite nothing can get in my way

Too rich nigga I been chilling at the bank

You on bullshit nigga, think you winning but you ain't

And don't only play hard in the paint

It's a full court press when you playing for the cake

Try waking up to a check in the morning everyday

I got all my homies, they really hate on us, we really just try to be great

My side California, her mom want some more, and her daddy went straight for the bait

She said Can I be your main? Act like I ain't hear what she saying

Just woke the fuck up, took a crank in this bitch and it bottled me up

Got wock in the cup, took a crank in this bitch and it booted me up

I'm young and I'm restless, I wake up in the morning I'm bringing them racks in

Back outside with a drako, knocking down doors, we cut out your lights, uh huh

Niggas stay talking that shit saying the same old thing, and the niggas still lame, uh huh

She know my name Drako up in this bitch, she screaming Go! Go! Go!

Cooking this heat up like Wheezy, like Future and Gunna, this shit was too easy, yeah

Throwback to when I was backpack

Nigga had nothing, little nigga was struggling, uh huh

Now I pull up in a whip, this shit ain't a Benz

This little bitch a Urus, uh huh

Hundred K up in the bank, and I ain't finna waste this shit on some drank, uh huh

Niggas out of pocket, keep on talking all that shit, put them in they place, uh huh