Hitkidd
We Outside
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Slime, ho
Ayy
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We crunk as fuck, tell them bitches we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outsidе, we outside, we outsidе (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We crunk as fuck, tell them bitches we outside (We outside)
Ayy, I put the P in I-M-P, got shooters with me like two-three
My niggas put a name and date on shit 'bout me like it’s ID
They down to ride, we ridin' deep
Came from nothin', now I got cheese (Ayy)
Still be standin’ in the trenches with some Gucci on my feet
The hottest shit up in these streets, you touch my bitches, you get beat
We ain't worried 'bout no talkin', that's just promo for the free
We outside, no CDC, but we outside and ain't shit cheap
Bitch, we pull up presidential in an all-black GMC
They talkin' shit, but I bet a ho won't run up (On God)
And we fixin’ faces, so lil’ bitch, please don't get done up
I’m always ahead, so these bitches, they can't keep one up (They can't)
Letras de cancionesAnd we be them bitches sober, they think we fucked up (We not, ayy)
Ayy, bitch, we fuck the club up, hood niggas love us
Don't wanna come down to the M, burnin’ shit like toasters (Hah)
Get put on a poster, keep the family closer
My whole city ridin', bitch, and I ain't talkin' Rovers
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We crunk as fuck, tell them bitches we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We outside, we outside, we outside (We outside)
We crunk as fuck, tell them bitches we outside (We outside, A-L-E-Z-A)
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside rollin' 'za and you know this a stolen car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Outside with my bitches movin' swiftly, they know who we are
Runnin' through these hundreds and these fifties so they pocket watchin' (Bitch, I'm rich)
Please don't get delirious because I got this pocket rocket
I got niggas curious, they wanna taste this sexy chocolate (He wanna see)
I don't check for bitches, hoes be wishin', I just check deposit (Bitch, you wishin')
Outside with that shit on in my mode, they say I'm gettin' cocky (Bitch, I'm cocky)
Talk shit, you get spint on, my lil' demons leave your shit sparkin' (It's Carbon)
Uh, we outside and we standin' on business (Business)
Uh, leave one these rap bitches pissy (Pissy)
She tried to run, knocked out her kidney (Come here)
'Til the ho gone, we spinnin' and spinnin' (We spinnin')
My cousin an opp, got whacked at the cookout (Lil' bitch ass)
You niggas ain't gangster, y'all be playin' lookout (Nope)
Makin' them posts got her little ass took out (Ho)
A broke nigga can't come this way, boy, reroute (On God)
Doin' that woofin', she thought I wouldn't find her
Knock a ho shit back, no recliner (Get back)
Outside fresh as fuck in designer (On God)
Nothin' but rich niggas my lineup (Give me that)
Opp pack 'Wood, your nigga gettin' fired up (Gas)
Bitches on shot clock and they time up
Act like they don't know who the hardest, make me remind a bitch
Lil' ho
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