OUTSIDE Lyrics

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hello

Where we at

Where we at

Oh, you wanna know where I'm at

We outside

Oh, you hate me now

She back outside in the crowd, she getting papey now

Tryna wipe it off, tryna top it too

I am not the one, but you are not the two

Like, bitch, who is you

I cut you off because truth is you couldn't fit in coupe

I'm a one-on-one, you was one and done

You gon' try to get another, but ain't no other one

These niggas playing with your heart, they do that shit for fun

I just killed a couple lames, I had to buy the drum

I just had a couple dames, that's just how it come

Every nigga in a lane, but he ain't coppin' none

Every nigga catching stains, but where he at, though

I'm the type to put your bitch back on the map, though

I'm the type to take your wig and go and fix that

Why you mad? Because you lost and can't go get back

Why you mad? Cause you just lost it and can't get back

I just had a couple packs, I had to flip that

And these niggas throwing fingers like where them Crips at

I was rollin' on my own, ain't no gangly

I was fuckin' on these hoes who can claim me

Every time I run around, I'm back outside with it

Every nigga say my name, he gotta die with it

Not the type to stand on trial or fly for it

I'm the type to hit the road, I'm gon' drive for it

Back outside, I'm turnin' up with gang, we got money now

Laughin' at them hoes that turned us down because it's funny now

You just saw the double R pull up and, oh, you love me now

And these hoes just saw me out, I'm laughin' like I'm Chucky now

Or I'm Tommy Finster

Hoppin' on my bitch, I fucked her once, then fucked her sister

I cannot convince her, this shit gettin' hard

She told me, mind, my temper

I told her, choppin' all these hoes, I feel collectin' timber

I feel like hot up in this bitch, my neck just like December

These niggas hatin' on me now cause I was broke as hell

I ain't wishin' well, these niggas can go and break they neck

I'ma cut the check, throw arms up and fuckin' flex

I'm the type to hit the table, drop the chips and bet

I told that bitch she ain't no label, I'ma stop the vet

I told that bitch I got my heart and that's how I protect

These niggas mad, the way they left is how I'm gettin' met

Yeah, shit, step back, I'm feelin' blessed

Smoke all this weed up to my chest, no longer feelin' stressed

Shit, bitch, I feel the best

Smoke all this weed up to my chest, cardiac in arrest

Why the fuck I'm sippin' lean, bitch, because I can't sleep

Why the fuck you can't be with me, baby, cause you stayin' cheap

Why the fuck you stay up in them streets, they gon' play with you

Told you once, I told you twice, but bitch, I cannot stay with you

I see how you move inside these streets, I cannot lay with you

If you ain't gon' bow your head to Christ, bitch, I ain't prayin' with you

Every day I'm out here gettin' money, sendin' strikes and shit

Every time I look up to the gods, I see my life and shit

And this shit kinda weird, earth kinda ghetto

All these problems in my heart, I had to fuckin' let go

Lil' bitch told me she gon' love me, but I had to let low

You gon' choose how you gon' choose, baby, make your move