Outside

Tru Carr, Blueface

Ayy You be in the crib, I be outside I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes Ah, ah, ah One thing I can't do, can't go broke I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold Ah, ah, ah Blueface baby chase no ho (yeah, aight) Chase bank, bank chase, can't go broke (nope) Can't take no L, Ms, N, O (bank) Bankroll can't fold, fuck it, bend her over (bend her over) I'm outside, you in the crib, bitch, Corona over (over) Real nigga real estate, gotta keep a blower If you can't shake those close that door (get out) Don't chase me, bitch, chase your goals Outside all night like a hobo Hold this four, we ain't fucking, what you came for? Ho, I get dough, call my lawyer, not the popo If I get shot, call the doc, fuck a cop, bleed the block Can't leave 'til he get dropped, drop the drop at his spot Start the knock without a knock, popped a lock with a Glock Hit his top, fuck a beef, keep a chop Bitch, I'm outside, hurry up, chop-chop Ayy You be in the crib, I be outside I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes Ah, ah, ah One thing I can't do, can't go broke I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah, ah (ah, ah) Well look, I can't fuck with snakes So case closed, jugg, huh Pesos, bankrolls, bagels good, huh I go, they go, we go, hood, huh This bitch, that bitch, let her choose up, ayy, huh It's a fair game, huh No need to explain, huh Shit, the way I be on they necks, I'm like a neck brace, huh I just fucked somebody bitch, might drop a sextape, huh Free my niggas outta jail, I hope they escape You be in the crib, I be outside I just fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't gon' lie I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes Ah, ah, ah One thing I can't do, can't go broke I can't chase no bitch, I chase goals I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can't fold Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Ah, ah, ah (ah, ah)

Written by: Cash Jones, Earl Johnson, Jonathan Michael PorterLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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