OUTSIDE ft. Jamahl & Gonzo Banging Lyrics

Yea

(Bang that shit Gonzo)

Wake up early thinking that my lifes a golden one

Feeling blessed, I thank up God he chose a chosen one

Swing your feet down, let your guard down, we all cool here

Why you stressing?

Why you tensing?

You seem new here

Dog we outside

It's the morning of the mourning, gotta get mine

Cutting off the federales they got outlined

Talking shit but never out there he a false god

Tell that boy I'm beating ass like c'mon meet me outside

I ain't never claim no gang

But I'll still get live

We can break it down on pavement

I'm gon' get live

Show his hand that boy was bluffin', he got weak hands

You can't never trust no man who never jumped off deep ends (no, no, no)

It's 'bout principle

My brothers had to get up out that spot and go ahead rinse it off

These morals manage many men, but mine is some ineffable

Swinging pistols, moving whips, that boy think he an animal

I put it out and get it in

I love my gang right 'til the end

Shooters gotta shoot he kept doot-dooin' 'til he put it in (huh)

Don't play with us boy

If I say it's up boy

We can throw it out no choppers

We just swing it out boy

Smackosaurus, we gon light it off on 'em (yea)

Start the fire, spark the flame and make it hot for 'em (hot for 'em)

They was doubting I could do it, but I did it yea (did it)

Sparked the match that lit the gas, I let it hit it yea

Pockets on swole

You niggas shoppin' at Kohls

I hop in the foreign I'm racing

I'm thinking that we bout to whack us a mole (skrrt)

I chop off the top of the roof, the coupe

I chop off the top of your soul

Thirty round drown in it, makin' no sound

And it come with the drum now look at that boy

Hopping out the whip with the windows all tinted

Now I just get to enjoy

If you're broke nigga, we can employ (what?)

Cause money just work for the boy

You a fishy lil nigga like Coi

Had to hustle like Jay-Z before the dreads

Like my uncle before the feds

It's like D'Rose after the leg (Whoo)

How can I be sure you'll really blast for me

You be on your ass eating Applebee's (what?)

Talking all that shit online

I'm like "Nigga please" (who?)

Tekashi Murakami like the outfit Japanese

Talking all that shit

You don't do gymnastics yet ten k'll get you flipped (flip, flip)

I put tenk on the whip

Sixty carats on the wrist (yeah)

Nigga we outside (yeah yeah)

We outside (we outside)

These Niggas lie (yeah, yeah)

Stop switchin' sides

I tried to sleep

And I fell in and out of half-dreams

I remember my father saying that you're about to awaken

When you dream, that's your dream