OUTSIDE ft. Thaproblemchild & Jelly Gee Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Where I'm at?, Where I'm at?
Oh you wanna know where I'm at
We outside
Problem child what you wanna do
Diss on gang, I kill you and your crew
Oh you hiding and we up in your school
Through the back so we in with the tool
Off the E-Pill, I'm actin' a fool
Stunt for bitches, you thinkin' you cool
Talkin' dumb when you know what I do
Catch you booted by Hitchhippers too
Then go live smokin' you with the guys
Six-two bullets, fire them like some fries
Keep on spinnin', the beef never dies
Tell me how many oppas alive
Tell me how many oppas gon' die
Tell me when is the oppas gon' slide
Where we at? We outside with the guys
Tell the oppas come slide to my side
From pollock I grew up on that one block
Savage life, grip it tight on that one Glock
It's a switch, I ain't lettin' off one shot
It go stupid, I call it a dumb Glock
Keep on shootin' till I hit my gun lock
Keep on shootin', bitch, look at my gunshot
Got it all, what you need is a gunshot
If you fool, you get put in a lunchbox
If it's beef, then it is what it is
You want smoke, you get lit like a cig
Come to my block and show me what it is
Why you keep talkin' bout shit, you ain't did
Talkin' to 12, pussy, you a pig
Bitch, you a gamer, always in the crib
Steady keep hiding and you ain't never slid
Free all the guys who ain't out to play
Niggas don't want a problem, wit drippa
I'm from badlands, I stay with the killers
Nigga mad cause I fucked on his sister
I got choppers, I stay with a blicka
Man them twitches will fix him and zip him
Niggas runnin' like drippa, won't' get him
God strike me down now if I miss him
Gotta scope I'm a bitch if I miss him
He a snitch, niggas know you be bitchin
If it's up, then it's stuck, I ain't kiddin
I'm a shooter, but I still be biddin
I'm a gangster, she love when I'm spinnin
I just sent my big bro on a mission
Give you 20 plus 10 if you kill him
He was runnin', then Lil' Broski tripped him
He was runnin', then, damn
I'm from Philly, the land of the murders
Where these bitches will fuck for a Birkin
I was tweakin, and took me a Perk 10
You gon' die if I feel like you lurkin
I'm from Philly, the land of the murders
We these bitches will fuck for a Birkin
I was tweakin, it took me a Perk 10
You gon' die if I feel like you lurkin
West Philly, I stay on that one block
In a rango with meechie, with dumb Glocks
In the city we Litty, hear gunshots
You gon' die if you don't got like one Glock
And I got a shooter on a shooter
Who hang with the shooters
That shoot all the shooters with straps
I'm in the back of the Benz
Tryin' to fuck on her friends real quick
Before she get back
I'm in West Philly with killers
Who kill all the killers
Cause nigga, I hopped off the porch
They saying drippa, my nigga, he realer than realer good in west but I'm really from north
She takin' Perkies off the rip, bad bitch
She doin' Percolated, shit fast, whips
I'm about to drift him through the wind
Jellio let me know who want smoke
I told Brodie, don't hesitate to blow
Get out your top, now your brain's on the flow
Free, cuz he got Book with a pole
Said that he's slime, so we wipin' his nose
Act dumb, put the pipe to your dome
Pop me a Perky, now I'm in the zone
These hollow tip bullets gon' chew through his bone
Bitch, you know we get lit in the city
I got power, I'm feelin' like 50
Back shots, now I'm callin' him Ricky
No homo, yeah, I'm on the block with the bros though
Get out your top and I'm lettin' the pole go
We in the trap, got it jumpin' like Pogo
30 like curry , he shoot from the logo
Mel got hit off a bike like Jojo
Ain't stoppin', at red lights we going go mode
He a bitch, I put him in a chokehold
Yeah, I'm crip and', I be with the locs though
I'm with Kev, Lildrippa, and Los tho
High def, I ain't talkin' bout so-so
High speed, get back on the popo
And I gave him the addy, that boy was a no-show
I'm with Kev, Lildrippa, and Los tho
High def, I ain't talkin' bout so-so
High speed, get back on the popo
And I gave him the addy, that boy is a no-show