"Outside" lyrics
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah
Hello?
Where you at?
Where we at? Oh, you wanna know where I'm at? Haha, we outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
You ain't gotta ask if I'm about mine
You were popular 'til all your clout died
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
I've been outside, I've been outside
Fell in love with pound signs tryna count mine (yeah)
Ayy, keep on stacking up 'til the amount's high
I ain't chasing fame on a clout vibe
She was perking up her lip, she hit me with a pout twice
She wanna suck me, ooh, yeah, the mouth nice
She pretty in the face and she brown-eyed
She got an attitude, that's her only downside
Yeah, outside, can't be slipping or be tripping up
Picture us outside, it's ridiculous
Silly slut wanna slurp me like a sippy cup
Give it up
Baby, shake your jiggle butt
Yeah, in the kitchen we be whipping up
Anytime the phone rang, I had to pick it up
They tryna stop the progress, they wanna hinder us
Dedicated to the trap, there ain't no giving up
Yeah, I just made a mill and it's about time
You fuck around and you gon' end up outlined
You ain't gotta ask me questions, I'm about mine
You were popular before and then your clout died
Niggas acting like some bitches, Mrs Doubtfire
He can't roll with us, that nigga an outsider
Yeah, I came straight out the mud 'cause I'm a southsider
I had to get it out the mud 'cause I'm a fucking G
Jeeting with my side hoe, make my main bitch up and leave
Like if she wanna spoon I'll give her cutlery
If she gets a slice, she'll want another piece
I don't pay to fuck, you niggas love a leech
My hitta got two straps but don't wear dungarees
She make noises I don't understand, that's uck-anese
About my bread, I puff a Q up to recovery
We was in the field with sticks when you were hugging trees
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
You ain't gotta ask if I'm about mine
You were popular 'til all your clout died
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah
Hello?
Where you at?
Where we at? Oh, you wanna know where I'm at? Haha, we outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
You ain't gotta ask if I'm about mine
You were popular 'til all your clout died
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
I've been outside, I've been outside
Fell in love with pound signs tryna count mine (yeah)
Ayy, keep on stacking up 'til the amount's high
I ain't chasing fame on a clout vibe
She was perking up her lip, she hit me with a pout twice
She wanna suck me, ooh, yeah, the mouth nice
She pretty in the face and she brown-eyed
She got an attitude, that's her only downside
Yeah, outside, can't be slipping or be tripping up
Picture us outside, it's ridiculous
Silly slut wanna slurp me like a sippy cup
Give it up
Baby, shake your jiggle butt
Yeah, in the kitchen we be whipping up
Anytime the phone rang, I had to pick it up
They tryna stop the progress, they wanna hinder us
Dedicated to the trap, there ain't no giving up
Yeah, I just made a mill and it's about time
You fuck around and you gon' end up outlined
You ain't gotta ask me questions, I'm about mine
You were popular before and then your clout died
Niggas acting like some bitches, Mrs Doubtfire
He can't roll with us, that nigga an outsider
Yeah, I came straight out the mud 'cause I'm a southsider
I had to get it out the mud 'cause I'm a fucking G
Jeeting with my side hoe, make my main bitch up and leave
Like if she wanna spoon I'll give her cutlery
If she gets a slice, she'll want another piece
I don't pay to fuck, you niggas love a leech
My hitta got two straps but don't wear dungarees
She make noises I don't understand, that's uck-anese
About my bread, I puff a Q up to recovery
We was in the field with sticks when you were hugging trees
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
You ain't gotta ask if I'm about mine
You were popular 'til all your clout died
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
Outside, I was really outside
