Come Outside lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(Yarri)
Huh (Yeah, you know we be on that, we be on that)
I'm around so many pints right now, n*gga, this sh*t goin' on, n*gga
This sh*t larger than life, n*gga

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Pull up Hellcat or black truck, couldn't make my mind up
n*gga pulled up on the scene, it's like
I can't tell you what I pulled in, but I
I can tell you how I pulled up, huh
Chain swangin', pants saggin', n*gga, pistol pokin' out
Butterfly doors, when I open the car, nothin' but smoke burstin' out (n*gga)
I just got some game, I'm mixin' pints from the Pint God
Whole time he think he high, he Karo'd out, n*gga (Woo)
Put a n*gga my age beside me, let's see who pop it harder
Got my game from pimps, when it come to hoes, I knock 'em harder, n*gga
They be tellin' me, "Chill, Fatt, you just a starter"
But they ain't know them white folks cut the check, I could show two M's or larger
You say you the biggest gangster, I don't wanna hear it
I can show you how to make a hundred in a week, come get near me (Ooh)
He ain't dyin' about this sh*t? Get him from near me
Every n*gga 'round me ready to shh if they hear me

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Come outside
Don't come outside
Don't come outside
Them n*ggas dyin' (Hold on)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Don't give a f*ck how n*ggas comin', we gon' stand on it
Bust a bricky down in chunks and put my hands on it
Five hundred racks in chains and watches, half a man on it
Walk a n*gga down, he tried to run, b*tch, I got fan on me
Twenty-sixes, Forgiats, it make the Wraith tall
Can drop some dog sh*t on your top, them n*ggas' pape' small
Fetty Wap, this sh*t so pure, can't even take dog
I just bought the pint of Wocky clean, that's 'bout a eight ball
Got n*ggas askin' if it's love 'cause I got bro with me
Them n*ggas ain't gon' clap for sh*t, just like they show empty
A sloppy roll with fives and tens, that's like four-fifty
Take a n*gga chain while he perform and do a show in it
b*tch, I been trappin' on the 6 since we had reggie 'bows
Got fifty on me in all hundreds, this all fetty pros
High off colors in my necklace, got spaghettis on
Hate a pus*y n*gga that be tellin' and hate petty hoes, n*gga

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Come outside
Don't come outside
Don't come outside
Them n*ggas dyin', uh