Come Outside lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, come outside, grrah, grrah
(DJ Lil Sprite, this a hit)
(Man like—, man like—, man like Ron, you know)

Verse 1:
Take my chain? b*tch stop that
Get shot at, get flocked at
Dont be talking bout it’s yours, it’s not that
b*tch wanted beef I’mma turn her to a za pack
Don’t reach lil b*tch, get dropped
Any city, any where, I’mma rock
These b*tches be broke, straight bops
Like 41 shots, like what, like ha
Take what chain? b*tch I’m bout it
Poppin yellows
I can’t go out like you b*tches, ain't mellow
f*ck a rap b*tch, when I see her I’mma K.O
Hanging with them n*ggas, got a .50
n*gga get low
Don’t f*ck with snakes, get slimed
Bad lil b*tch bought a bag, it’s mine
Hating ass hoes, sh*t shoulda been a crimе
They gon hate my daughter, shе ain't even in her prime
Big drip
He fell in love with a lit b*tch
He fell in love with a crip b*tch
She tried to reach for my sh*t, wanna slick pick
Knock a b*tch out, hit the hit switch
If she wanna link, she get dismissed
I f*ck who I wanna, uh
This pus*y hit different, uh
I’m from the hood, I get errybody lit
You got a chain but ya sh*t don’t hit
b*tches be dumb, you ain't taking my sh*t
Don’t run, don’t trip, beating b*tches on Crip
Got a gun on my hip, step on b*tches no timbs
Get jumped off rip, my shorty on ten
Aye
Ion care if you rich, n*gga suck my di*k
Got a baddie, thot
Send her on missions, she line up, get shot
b*tches be dirty get washed like i’m rock
I spent 80; this cuban it come with a lock
How the f*ck you on hots but you telling the cops?
b*tches want clout, why you fiending to die
Run up on who?
Why you telling a lie?
I don’t need no security, I’m swinging!
Glrrah! Glrrah! Glraah!
Thought I was pus*y
I’m the Doll, beating b*tches no rookie
b*tch don’t play that, come see me, they book me
Stood in my face, had a plan but ain't do it
They call me Ms. Viral, ain’t the movie, the shooter
I’m crazy, I’m pretty, don’t beef on computers
Never dated no n*gga for protection
Jump in that water, on brodie I’m stretching
n*ggas be soft they get blew like a feather
Look in his eyes, he know Asian Doll better
He got a fetish for b*tches that’s wetter
He got a taste for this pus*y, it’s special
He a dummy
You can f*ck him
I’m the b*tch that’ll build a n*gga muscle
On his head, in his mouth, on his tonsils
Run down gang, all she feelin is my knuckles
Aye

Hook:
b*tch come outside
Show me you bout it, you really outside
b*tch you ain't tough, you ain't really gon slide
She took a perc, I can see in her eyes
b*tch come outside
b*tch come outside
Gang gang gang
Post Hook:
My n*gga be tweaking
John Cena, you b*tches can’t see me
Cute lil b*tch but this sh*t’ll get evil
Touch my chain on gang I’m squeezing
My n*gga be tweaking
John Cena, none of you b*tches can’t see me
Lil b*tch but this sh*t’ll get evil
Touch my chain on gang I’m squeezing

Refrain:
b*tch come outside (On gang)
b*tch come outside (On gang)
b*tch come outside (On gang)
b*tch come outside
Gang gang gang
Touch my chain on gang I’m squeezing