Outside Today ft. SG Kayy Brim Lyrics

I never did talk much I put in work and I'm bossed up

Have the snubnose sneeze on my sick days So either way you getting coughed up

Get a tombstone rod wave

Still tryna change out my harsh ways

Still praisin God on the hard days

I'm straight outta Brooklyn, Barclays

I gotta move like Jagger Two step with the weapon swagger

You flex you know you getting packed up See these opps smoke good with this grabba

Turn your son into a bastard hold on

Brownsville to the bush to the stuy

In Queens is where I reside

On my way to the X for a Nine (pow wow)

On cloud nine cause that Henny mix Not one or two I'm off plenty liqs

And I don't pop pills but I Remy sip With Don and Ray that's the jiggy click

You get head tap on that simmy spit

Now you dead funny for that silly shit

Nine shots like u 50 cent

Or a wheelchair

Now you really crip

I gotta move like Jagger

And you ain't no factor

Get ya shit raptured

And I promise you on your way to the top

As soon as I leverage this ladder

And I hate these niggas like the KKK

I bring the pain like I'm Damon Wayans

Nice with the hands or a razor blade

Now you getting cut like it's a game of spades

I think I'm feeling moody

I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie I bust a dance groovy

I spin this block it's like they never knew me

If I'm with the guys sturdy

Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy

I was stirring the pot early

You on court you get shot out your jersey

I think I'm feeling moody

I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie

I bust a dance groovy

I spin this block it's like they never knew me

If I'm with the guys sturdy

Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy

I was stirring the pot early

You on court you get shot wit your jersey

If you ain't down to spinning

What you doing with me

Hear that engineer (engine there)

Shit sound like music to me

You bought a drum so we gon use the 50 Only catch me with niggas that's shooting for me

Heard about you ain't do enough Only with this bitch them niggas super tough

With his mans then the niggas shuttin up

Got me askin like what the fuck is up

Like why you ain't have the same energy On the net nigga when you ran into me

Now them talk about me you the enemy

And you ain't do nothing you ain't no kidding me

Killing the weak that's a sin to me You gon fuck around and be a memory

You gon fuck around and be history We got guidelines ain't no penalty

Start dancing that shit gon get ugly

Shoot two guns it's gon look like the Dougie

Or hit him once punch Buggy

He gon turn into a Duppy

At the funeral they driving cars

13 in the suit like we playing cards

We gon crazy if you touch one of ours

Might catch a hit and go right to the bar

And I'm pulling up with that Ruga Tuck

With some with it bitches

That'll boof a gun

Talking crazy we'll boom your son

When them shooters come

We gon see who could run

I gotta keep a toolie But trust me I ain't the only one

My bro be making movies So I had to go and get my brother one

I think I'm feeling moody

I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie I bust a dance groovy

I spin this block it's like they never knew me

If I'm with the guys sturdy

Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy

I was stirring the pot early

You on court you get shot out your jersey

I think I'm feeling moody

I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie I bust a dance groovy

I spin this block it's like they never knew me

If I'm with the guys sturdy

Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy

I was stirring the pot early

You on court you get shot out your jersey