Outside (Unreleased) lyrics

[Intro]
Gah damn bit' you trippin
Uh, uh
Ah

[Verse: Raq baby]
Momma say "stay up on that porch, you be with gang members"
We can't go out bad we smackin sh*t I'm with them same n*ggas
952-0 we ion give a f*ck bout what you claim n*gga
You sent them last shooters, yo last n*gga 'had lost his brain n*gga
n*ggas know what the f*ck it is when I hop out with 5ive n' nem
Can't bring no n*ggas up in this party if he ain't gang we robbin him
Got them labels all on my di*k, they like "he hard, we signing him"
You a pus*y I heard them n*ggas had took yo gun I can't be kind to him
Said you made me run I always got my gun 'n*gga why you lyin a him?
b*tch I'm smackin sh*t I'm the reason that his lil b*tch won't spend no time with him
Don't come around that lazy sh*t, me and my gang b*tch' we grind in here
Can't be inside the trap if a n*gga scared to do a crimе in here
Sending B's straight to ya door, I should bе a mail man
All that sh*t I said before, I should be a dead man
n*gga I'm tryna up the score, Ion give a f*ck what you said man
Said he walk passed by the store why the f*ck he still got legs then?
b*tch we outside who the f*ck that said they wanna send it up?
n*gga stop lyin'
Can't see you at the red light, better buck
Cause we out slimin'
When I enter to the city, yo chain tucked
n*gga stop cryin'
You pus*y n*ggas ain't outside
[Verse: ?]
See me, im known for walkin' sh*t I'll die before I be paralyzed
2 Glocks, 2 scopes to piece me face-to-face just like a pair of eyes
Don't no n*gga want smoke with us' I told y'all that sh*t several times
How the f*ck you claim you smackin sh*t?, its time to slide' you never ride
Labels calling back-to-back they want the label in the game, b*tch
Blade you just came home from prison, how the f*ck you on the same sh*t?
We catch bodies and disposal of the weapon, will use the same stick
And talkin like you stupid quickest way to get yo brain hit
No G.I Joe up in this b*tch I got my shoota with a sniper out
She like "blade this pus*y pressure" but its coo I'm finna pipe her out
Behind the wall the smallest n*gga but this play I had my knife around
And let a n*gga try me on panuni I'm go [?]
Go apply for LA Fitness all you pus*y boys ain't tough enough
Strapped up like a seat belt in this b*tch 'tell them boys buckle up
Throw a diss inside the comments when you post yo dead brudda up
Put a condom on my 30. cus' this glizzy finna f*ck 'em up
Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh
There they go right there
Soon as you see a opp let off yo Glock and land some shots in there
Hol up' bro let me know if you want smoke bout that hoe
He want smoke' he made a post
Now his brains all on the floor
Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh
Load up the splat lil bruh
b*tch my name lil top I keep a Glock I wanna hat lil boy (Hmm, hm)
It's so hot in here
b*tch I see a opp, pop off his top and then we outta here