Outside [Remix]
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
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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
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Writer/s: Jonathan Michael Porter, Cash Jones, Earl Johnson
