Outside

(альбом: Punch God - 2021)

Yeah, aye, we outside (aye, aye, aye, aye)
We outside, yeah (aye, aye, aye, aye)

[?] in the section sitting down with some celebrities
I'ma fuck this bitch one time, I won't buy her a wedding ring
I take her to the crib and bend her over, don't do settling
The money that I got inside my pocket, it's unsettling
I flexed up, these niggas really think I started wrestling
Now that my check up, the baddest bitches under my covers wrestling
Walked inside the club
They ain't even check me
Took that bitch to Tiffany's
Got some head from Stephanie
Heard the opps is outside
Who the fuck is checking me?
Why the fuck you keep bugging me?
Why the fuck you keep pestering?
Paper all up in my pants, I ain't even go through lecturing
Push to start, my new advance, I won't let you get the best of me

Slide
We not inside, it's nowhere for the opps to hide
I'm in a foreign, I don't even know how to put it in drive
I'm at Asylum, I told Tony, "Punch the next line"
I'ma hit that bitch right now 'cause I wanna fuck her in her prime
Vodka shots with white bitches, I wash it down with lime
Aye, drugs up in my veins, bands in my pocket like Sublime
They wanna be like me?
Too bad, you ain't got the drive
I used to hit licks with my girl, we was in Miami, Bonnie, Clyde

I don't pull up to your crib because I know it's a waste of time
Aye, fuck these niggas, they don't got what I got inside my mind
Every time I fuck her face, I reach the deep end of her mind
Every time I tell you how I feel, I'm just like, "Nevermind"
Every time I'm outside, I tell my bro, "Aye, pass the fye"
Every time I'm at Saks, I have to spend at least five
Who want the smoke? You finna get that shit, it's not a [?] live
If it's smoke, we catch your body, bring it back, dead or alive

Slide
We not inside, it's nowhere for the opps to hide
I'm in a foreign, I don't even know how to put it in drive
I'm at Asylum, I told Tony, "Punch the next line"
I'ma hit that bitch right now 'cause I wanna fuck her in her prime
Vodka shots with white bitches, I wash it down with lime
Aye, drugs up in my veins, bands in my pocket like Sublime
They wanna be like me?
Too bad, you ain't got the drive
I used to hit licks with my girl, we was in Miami, Bonnie, Clyde