Outside ft. Lilced.ht & Dmbdai Lyrics

How you comin'

When we outside the Narcs be out

Tryna slide up on this bad lil' bitch and see what she bout

AR with the titties, no kickbackin' when I creep out

A Glocky with a.30, if he sneeze then he gon' get popped

Yeah, you can come and sell yo soul, tryna see what we bout

I'm tired of all these lame niggas bringin' me up

Yeah, I'm from Havin' Thangs, shit keep eatin' my nut

Baby, come and put this Rental in yo' name so I can flock me in the Bentley truck

That money talk to me, when niggas see me they just see me, cause the Glock with me

And I be poppin' all my shit, cause who gon' stop something ' fucks shoppin'

Comin' by the whole block with it

Pull up in that shit that you ain't seen before

Barbus 900 on them 24's

Hop out mad fly, Alexander on

Broke bitches back up, bizzle in the zone

Got two stash, spots, boy, my money long

And I just poured a 8th up in my styrofoam

Every day I'm havin' thangs, I put that shit on

Tom Ford suit, got me feelin' grown

Switch cars like clothes, gotta sick garage

Might pull up in a foreign or a hot rod

It's a yacht on my wrist, I need the boat

I just seen them chinks leavin' through my telescope

I'm movin' when it's kinda heavy

Young boss nigga, havin' thangs like Selly

Fuckn' bad hoes like Keisha off Belly

Can't move around, too many hoes up in my celly

Couple big booty hoes, that's a double up

Bitch, I felt like Al Capone with this Tommy gun

Bitch, I'm always number one, not the runner-up

I'm pourin' good codeine, you off the dump-da-dumps

I'm screwed up, like them niggas out in Houston

Four pockets, full me and my niggas out here trooping me and

Gang, hit your block, you lookin' stupid

Splash Bros, no curry and klay we get to shootin

What you know about hoppin' a fence

What you know about hittin' them licks

What you know, what you know

What you know about that real money

What you know about that poker to the window, not that deal money

I stay talkin' that cash shit

I kick lil' baby to the curb, cause she thought that I was average

Four five under my mattress

Lil' ced, that's my cousin, play with cuzz I pull the ratchet

When we outside the Narcs, be out

Tryna slide up on this bad lil' bitch and see what she bout

AR with the titties, no kickbackin' when I creep out

Glocky with a.30, if he sneeze he gon' get popped

you can come and sell yo soul, tryna see what we bout

I'm tired of all these lame niggas bringin' me up

Yeah, I'm from Having Thangs, she keep eatin' my nut

Baby, come and put this Retal in your name

So I can flock me in a Bentley truck