Outrageous lyrics

[Hook]
Everything I do outrageous
Bad b*tch with me, Caucasian
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
New foreign whip, go 200
Smokin out the P
Blowin funky
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
Everything I do outrageous
Bad b*tch with me, Caucasian
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
New foreign whip, go 200
Smokin out the P
Blowin funky
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin

[Verse 1]
I’m countin up all this money
Blow a bag in the mall in an hour
I’m a black, young rich, lil n*gga
Smokin weed
While I’m standin in the shower
Chrome purple Jag in the lot
Name ring a bell cause I’m hot
f*ckin on this Caucasian thot
n*ggas out here hatin
Cause I’m on top
Whole lotta money on me
Thousand dollar shades, just to see
Thousand dollar shoes on my feet
Blew a stack for these Balmain jeans
Drippin dumb sauce all through the party
Local hood b*tch like Cardi
But the b*tch ain’t [?]
Nah a n*gga ain’t crazy
I’m retarded
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
I’m just a young n*gga gettin money
I’m just a young n*gga gettin money
Countin up these blue hundreds
But the rag on the left grape purple
I’m just a young n*gga gettin money
Try to rob me, n*gga get murdered
[Hook]
Everything I do outrageous
Bad b*tch with me, Caucasian
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
New foreign whip, go 200
Smokin out the P
Blowin funky
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
Everything I do outrageous
Bad b*tch with me, Caucasian
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
New foreign whip, go 200
Smokin out the P
Blowin funky
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin

[Verse 2]
Everything I do TT (too turnt)
Had a 360 with the dealer, TT
Outfit cost two P’s
Like a n*gga finna shoot a movie
Wrecked the car
So I went and bought another one
Wrecked again
So I went and bought a jet
These real diamonds cuttin up my chest
On the boat with ya b*tch gettin neck
J’s on my muthaf*ckin feet
Don’t come out till a couple months
Smokin out the P
Blowin stanky
It’s skunk all up in a n*gga blunt
These Forgi’s on my muthaf*ckin rims
And a 100 in my muthaf*ckin gun
Pull up
Make you shakin, make ya ass run
Keep a lot of n*ggas with me
And they young
I’m on fire like a muthaf*ckin candle
Pour a whole pint in a Grape Fanta
Got a lot of broads in Atlanta
Black and white like a panda
Ferragamo belt on my ass
But my pants still hang to the floor
Four grams in my Backwoods
That’s what a n*gga call stuffed crust
[Hook]
Everything I do outrageous
Bad b*tch with me, Caucasian
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
New foreign whip, go 200
Smokin out the P
Blowin funky
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
Everything I do outrageous
Bad b*tch with me, Caucasian
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
That’s probably why you pus*y n*ggas hatin
New foreign whip, go 200
Smokin out the P
Blowin funky
All the young n*ggas love stuntin
All the young n*ggas love stuntin