Lyrics:
Told em I'm Outside
Told em I'm Outside, We not inside
Taking the glory northwest, south side
We taking the city up on this side
Told em I'm Outside
catch me shinin' in dead of night,
And these niggas they wanna fight, cause I'm takin' they bitch by the way, I just be so fly,
And they wanna play with
dried
Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit
I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with
Southside, south-sid for live,
fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets
I'm a rare
with
I ain't really got no bitches no I
Don't got a bitch
Bitch I'm wearing half a band in Japan life so random
Dressed in Half a band I don't want
you
It was a fuzzy shitty sad story
Today I've fucking made it
With the job and the money
It's boring me so I started the band back
I'm stuck in my
goin', it call, I just follow (skrr, skrr)
Rockin' designer like ain't no tomorrow
Then move for the bands with the clip full of hollows (ayy)
I'ma
meet us right here
Hell no I ain't a killer
But I know bad people bad people
0809 I'm sitting on rap now
Six four Impala rolling with the top down
More
friends (huh)
Let me just run up them bands (bands)
Baby, I'm better than all your mans (ooh)
She went from five to ten (ten)
Met her at five and ten
set, yeah (Woo)
I'm so official, earn all my stripes, feel like a ref, uh (Earn all my stripes)
I need my bands, bro money been bouncin' flippin' them
big bands how we coming
Saying that I'm broke you should know better
Yeah I get to the money I'm a go getter
And she wanna fuck with me cause I fucked
of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman
Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate
got a hit with this one
Ha!
Hop out the car, swish when I kick out, and I'm rocking a white tee
She from the tropics, she turn the lights out, and it
She wanna eat mine lil' shawty wanna fuck
Told her give me that mind
Keep bands on us, my traphouse flyin'
I'm with that, can't spend time with you
emotions
I'm the one that's holding this shit down
I'm the one, yeah i'm the one that got the Bands-in-Town
I'm the one with bitches smoking gas just by
the same number
Relocate from the North to the South
Tell em' bout me by the word of the mouth
I'll be alright cause I got that ticket
But in real life gotta
Down south nigga, talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so
It don't take much, for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch of girls
Straight to the table, in my own world
The ballplayers
trappin I might get to meet you
You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya
Give me ten bands and you might get a feature
Standing in traps I'm
heard it all
You already know what I'm about
Flying birds down south
Moving wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stunting on hoes
Brushing
heard it all
You already know what I'm about
Flying birds down south
Moving wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stunting on hoes
Brushing
bands
I left it real tore up
I heard you was dropping n I was like so what
Flew to La n now all I do sin
Steady I'm balling gesicki on fins
Going on ten
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in
[Hook]
Put em in the air, rep where you stay (x4)
Put em up my nigga put em up (x4)
I'm a west side nigga so fuck what ya think
I'm a south side
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