OUTSIDE Lyrics

I be outside with the clique

Really really out here, ugh

I be outside with your chick

With yo, with yo wifey, ugh

I'm counting up this paper (Yup)

I'm going see her later (Yes sir)

Then kick it with my beaners (ugh)

We rolling up that doja (Yup)

I be outside with the clique

Really really out here, ugh

I be outside with your chick

With yo, with yo wifey, ugh

I'm counting up this paper (Yup)

I'm going see her later (Yes sir)

Then kick it with my beaners (ugh)

We rolling up that doja (Yup)

I be outside, reporting live from the gutter

Was hustling just to own the guns and the butter

And ain't no fucking other, that word to my mother

I'm cooking up that Whitney, I serve it on the plater

Coming from the tone, let it known, with a different flow

The bitches fucking with me, I kick it with a Britney

I'm rolling on a thirty, East bond, riding round town

Looking for some guidance, the world around me violent

I'm in my peaceful era, but never get it twisted

I pull it if they test me, was never one to study

Motherfucker kill for less, I'm just trying live my best

Came out from pits, with a smile, they think he a villain

RIP to Doom, and I do what I do

I'm smoking on that herb, what's the motherfucking word?

They not fucking with the T

Let me make this little beat

Beast mode when I'm on the track

But they never listen

I be outside with the clique

Really really out here, ugh

I be outside with your chick

With yo, with yo wifey, ugh

I'm counting up this paper (Yup)

I'm going see her later (Yes sir)

Then kick it with my beaners (ugh)

We rolling up that doja (Yup)

I be outside with the clique

Really really out here, ugh

I be outside with your chick

With yo, with yo wifey, ugh

I'm counting up this paper (Yup)

I'm going see her later (Yes sir)

Then kick it with my beaners (ugh)

We rolling up that doja (Yup)