BACK OUTSIDE lyrics

[Intro: Anycia]
(Austin)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh?
Okay, what? Alright, okay
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Okay

[Pre-Chorus: Anycia]
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? n*gga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? n*gga done made me mad again (Okay)
Okay, yeah (Why? Why?)

[Chorus: Anycia]
I'm a Southside b*tch to the grave (b*tch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass b*tch to the tomb (To the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (On Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass b*tch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team (Team)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea

[Verse 1: Anycia]
Pop Percs all day, you burnt
Big bags on me, I'm turnt
Big bands on me, I'm hell
Outta ten, I done broke the scale
Outta ten, I'ma give 'em a five
On the 20, I swervin' and glidin'
Is you tellin' the business or ridin'?
Let him in and he slippin' and slidin'
Pull up too fine, I'm that
b*tch, you been broke, no hat
Ho, you been burnt, no cap
I'm turnt, I don't need rap (Okay)
Can't argue with a b*tch that's hatin' (Alright)
Been beggin' for pus*y, he waitin'
He need it
Know NiNi the reason he breathin', yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Anycia]
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? n*gga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? n*gga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah

[Chorus: Anycia & Latto]
I'm a Southside b*tch to the grave (b*tch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass b*tch to the tomb (To the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (On Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass b*tch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude (Yeah, huh)
Popped out with a brand new team (Yeah, Big Latto)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Latto]
Walked in, young b*tch, I'm turnt
Got auntie hatin', she burnt
Hoes talk who wore what first
They don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse
Stop worrying 'bout the sh*t they type
'Cause the same hoes see me and slurp
I'm a Southside b*tch to the grave
I'm a Southside b*tch to the hearse
Woo, skrrt
Hop out the G Wag', hop out the vert
M's off brand deals, M's off merch
Got a b*tch driveway lookin' like Hertz
Skrrt, skrrt
I don't know how to sing, but I'm her
I been tryna make my n*gga quit syrup
Now he tryna ring me like chirp
I'm a real-ass b*tch, can't fold
I don't even do my own damn laundry
I don't even play like that
Count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani
And they sayin' that I rap my ass off, turn around like, "I can't tell"
Oh well, Lord forgive me, I'm givin' 'em hell, tuh
[Pre-Chorus: Anycia]
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? n*gga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? n*gga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah

[Chorus: Anycia]
I'm a Southside b*tch to the grave (b*tch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass b*tch to the tomb (To the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (On Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass b*tch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude (Huh)
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (Okay)