OUTSIDE ft. APE Lyrics

They been wonderin' where the fuck we been

I keep tellin' em

Hello?

Where you at?

Where we at?

Oh you wanna know where I'm at?

We outside

Let's go

Into the thick of it

Talk to the cops, they think I'm illiterate

People been saying' shit

Shots at the fakes, let's see how your fitted fit

Poppin' some Ritalin (Yuh)

Adderall keep me from fiddlin' (Yuh, Yuh)

Demons knockin' I don't let em in (Nah)

Late show like it's letterman

I don't really talk to the po-po

Two Twenty-Twos call it four-four

Out in Monaco, got wins by the boat load

Game by the neck, that's a chokehold

I don't really fuck with fake friends, that's a bro code

Never catch me ridin' round solo, dolo, even when I'm moving that coco (Coco)

Bad bitch ask for a photo, had to take her home on the low-low yuh

We get the money and they get offended (They get offended)

We own it all don't act like it's rented

New whip, and it cost me a penny

New drip, and that shit look like Fendi

Two "F's" like I'm failing these grades

We walk in, you could tell that we paid

Money been talking, I'm keeping it straight

We with your bitch, and staying up late (Staying up late)

Hold up wait

She got that cake I been filling my plate

I got some guap that I keep in the safe

Walk in the bank, they know me by my name

Four pockets full, you could tell that we paid

Big body AMG take up two lanes

Press on the gas if we seein' the jase

Dunno who I could trust, I only love this cup

Baby just pour me up, I had to double up

I got so much to lose, still ain't got enough

They tryna fit in the picture, shit getting bigger

If I'm Christian, but I'm still a sinner (Let's go)

Into the thick of it (Ya ya)

Talk to the cops, They think I'm illiterate

People been saying' shit

Shots at the fakes, let's see how your fitted fit

Poppin' some Ritalin (Yuh)

Adderall keep me from fiddlin' (Yuh, Yuh)

Demons knockin' I don't let em in (Nah)

Late show like it's letterman