Outside lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, aye, we outside (aye, aye, aye, aye)
We outside, yeah (aye, aye, aye, aye)

[Verse 1]
[?] in the section sitting down with some celebrities
I'ma f*ck this b*tch one time, I won't buy her a wedding ring
I take her to the crib and bend her over, don't do settling
The money that I got inside my pocket, it's unsettling
I flexed up, these n*ggas really think I startеd wrestling
Now that my check up, the baddеst b*tches under my covers wrestling
Walked inside the club
They ain't even check me
Took that b*tch to Tiffany's
Got some head from Stephanie
Heard the opps is outside
Who the f*ck is checking me?
Why the f*ck you keep bugging me?
Why the f*ck you keep pestering?
Paper all up in my pants, I ain't even go through lecturing
Push to start, my new advance, I won't let you get the best of me

[Chorus]
Slide
We not inside, it's nowhere for the opps to hide
I'm in a foreign, I don't even know how to put it in drive
I'm at Asylum, I told Tony, "Punch the next line"
I'ma hit that b*tch right now 'cause I wanna f*ck her in her prime
Vodka shots with white b*tches, I wash it down with lime
Aye, drugs up in my veins, bands in my pocket like Sublime
They wanna be like me?
Too bad, you ain't got the drive
I used to hit licks with my girl, we was in Miami, Bonnie, Clyde
[Verse 2]
I don't pull up to your crib because I know it's a waste of time
Aye, f*ck these n*ggas, they don't got what I got inside my mind
Every time I f*ck her face, I reach the deep end of her mind
Every time I tell you how I feel, I'm just like, "Nevermind"
Every time I'm outside, I tell my bro, "Aye, pass the fye"
Every time I'm at Saks, I have to spend at least five
Who want the smoke? You finna get that sh*t, it's not a [?] live
If it's smoke, we catch your body, bring it back, dead or alive

[Chorus]
Slide
We not inside, it's nowhere for the opps to hide
I'm in a foreign, I don't even know how to put it in drive
I'm at Asylum, I told Tony, "Punch the next line"
I'ma hit that b*tch right now 'cause I wanna f*ck her in her prime
Vodka shots with white b*tches, I wash it down with lime
Aye, drugs up in my veins, bands in my pocket like Sublime
They wanna be like me?
Too bad, you ain't got the drive
I used to hit licks with my girl, we was in Miami, Bonnie, Clyde