Back Outside ft. Cheque Lyrics

Back Outside ft. Cheque - Phyno

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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh? Okay, what? Alright, okay

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) okay

Huh? I'm back outside

Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad

Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again (okay)

Okay, yeah (why? Why?)

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (to the grave)

I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (to the tomb)

Million-dollar convos on Zoom (on Zoom)

Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (gotta use lube)

You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)

Popped out with a brand-new dude

Popped out with a brand-new team (team)

Walked in, smell good, I'm tea

Pop Percs all day, you burnt, big bags on me, I'm turnt

Big bands on me, I'm hell, outta ten, I done broke the scale

Outta ten, I'ma give 'em a five, on the 20, I swervin' and glidin'

Is you tellin' the bidness or ridin'? Let him in and he slippin' and slidin'

Pull up too fine, I'm that, bitch, you been broke, no hat

Ho, you been burnt, no cap, I'm turnt, I don't need rap (okay)

Can't argue with a bitch that's hatin' (alright)

Been beggin' for pussy, he waitin', he need it

Know NiNi the reason he breathin', yeah

Huh? I'm back outside

Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad

Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again

Okay, yeah

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (to the grave)

I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (to the tomb)

Million-dollar convos on Zoom (on Zoom)

Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (gotta use lube)

You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)

Popped out with a brand-new dude (yeah, huh)

Popped out with a brand-new team (yeah, Big Latto)

Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (yeah)

Walked in, young bitch, I'm turnt, got auntie hatin', she burnt

Hoes talk who wore what first, they don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse

Stop worryin' 'bout the shit they type, 'cause the same hoes see me and slurp

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave, I'm a Southside bitch to the hearse

Woo, skrrt, hop out the G Wag', hop out the vert

M's off brand deals, M's off merch, got a bitch driveway lookin' like Hertz

Skrrt, skrrt, I don't know how to sing, but I'm her

I been tryna make my nigga quit syrup, now he tryna ring me like chirp (brr)

I'm a real-ass bitch, can't fold, I don't even do my own damn laundry

I don't e'en play like that, count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani

And they sayin' that I rap my ass off, turn around like, "I can't tell"

Oh well, Lord forgive me, I'm givin' 'em hell, tuh (tuh)

Huh? I'm back outside (tuh)

Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad

Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again

Okay, yeah

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (to the grave)

I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (to the tomb)

Million-dollar convos on Zoom (on Zoom)

Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (gotta use lube)

You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)

Popped out with a brand-new dude (huh)

Popped out with a brand-new team

Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (okay)o of