I'm Outside Lyrics

Yeah

I rap about shit that I don't even have, but that's cause I'm planning on getting em

I really be humble, I don't like to brag, but I know these niggas ain't lit as us

I pull off a lot with a whip paid in cash, immediately go and get tinted up

Put a blick in that glove, I'm semi'ed up

I pull up on your bitch, she gon' give it up

Fasho

Yeah, I don't even knock on the door I tell her I'm outside

I'm fuckin' up homes, the pussy feel better whenever I know that it's not mine

Them niggas is hoes, they only be gangsta on songs

We know they do not slide

We wipin' his nose, he not slime

Better not look at me wrong unless you cross-eyed

Bitch

I'm on the road, I been going state to state, like I got a CDL

She been gaining weight, she ain't tryna wait

She went and got her a new BBL

The tummy is tucked, the booty is plump, recovery going well

The body is fake, can't even tell

Say on god that it's real, you go to hell

Okay, let's go

That probably went over your head, sometimes I surprise myself

I be forgetting that I'm the best to ever do it, I gotta remind myself

My favorite rappers ain't been delivering the music, I gotta supply myself

40-yard dash, I'll time myself

Fore' I let you cross me I'll line myself, nigga

I been plotting on Kayla for years

Now she posted up with a new man

I ain't tripping, it is what it is

But I hope that lil' nigga got hands

If he do, he get hit with a can

Better not put a ring on your hand

Leave that nigga right now, I demand

Girl, you gave the wrong nigga a chance

I rap about shit that I don't even have, but that's cause I'm planning on getting em

I really be humble, I don't like to brag, but I know these niggas ain't lit as us

I pull off a lot with a whip paid in cash, immediately go and get tinted up

Put a blick in that glove, I'm semi'ed up

I pull up on your bitch, she gon' give it up

Fasho

Yeah, I don't even knock on the door I tell her I'm outside

I'm fuckin' up homes, the pussy feel better whenever I know that it's not mine

Them niggas is hoes, they only be gangsta on songs

We know they do not slide

We wipin' his nose, he not slime

Better not look at me wrong unless you cross-eyed

Bitch