We Outside (feat. Da Butcha)

What, I'm supposed to be scared now cause you got a pistol, mothafucka I just spent five mothafuckin' years in the joint I told you I'd pay your monkey ass when I feel like it You better suck my dick Tat, tat, tat. What the f*ck, man F*ck you trippin' off of You owe me some money, mothafucka Hell nah, but here you go It's about to go down, somebody bout to end up losin' their life We outside on demon time, so keep yo people safe Bodies outlined in white chalk from millimeter spray It's about to go down, somebody bout to end up losin' their life We outside on demon time, so keep yo people safe Bodies outlined in white chalk from millimeter spray He got hit with .223s, they found he folded up like a lawn chair Pushed his wig back like LeBron hair, had his fiance scared Knocked his noodles out his pasta bowl, was he a mobster? No Just a off-brand cappin' like he had motion and lots of doe Gotta learn the difference between a factor and a fake A shovel and a rake, a kilo and an eighth A pocketbook and a key to a safe A snake would slither up beside you with a grin on they face Then violate you and speed away with your cake Make no mistake, thumbing through thousands Still f*ck with bitches in public housing Breaking down pounds while her badass kids keep jumping all over the couchs Move quietly, less announcements The bitch sweating through her blouse cause it took her five hours to weigh the dope bag it and count it This is the diary of a street entrepreneur who wanna conquer more Look through your peephole and get shot through the door and found on the floor Made her give me all her tax money, I went and gambled with it I'm Popeye with a can of spinach, get your plan diminished I'm supermanish with it It's about to go down Somebody bout to end up losin' their life We outside on demon time, so keep yo people safe Bodies outlined in white chalk from millimeter spray It's about to go down Somebody bout to end up losin' their life We outside on demon time, so keep yo people safe Bodies outlined in white chalk from millimeter spray Got a ladder under a Gen-5 I call that bitch my firefighter Black 40 Cal on my right side Full of black talons that'll flatline ya Tell your mama get some life insurance for ya and to pray for ya Cause when we find ya, I'm on demon time And hollows gon' sound like Nick Cannon's battle off a drum line F*ck one time, we gon' spin a block and light that bitch up again like the sunshine Try to raise yours while blades fall Leave your body still ready for chalk lines Tryin' to off mine was a bad move Now the police deliverin' bad news to your mama door Cause you wanted war, but you got more than you bargained for Should've stayed in your lane Now bullets got your body numb like raw shots of Novocaine You was gang, gang, but you bitched up when you see me leanin' out the suburban thing You never heard a thing Then some pressure put pressure on his whole brain The blood flow came, then the cold came It all washed away in a cold rain Such a cold shame Play the cold game With an OG that got no feelings from an old pain When we outside, better run and hide Keep ya people safe when the dogs ride Cause we all slidin' Handguns, AR, big scope, guards eye You in my crosshairs, I got Avenger aim Don't miss shit, nigga Hulk out It's about to go down Somebody bout to end up losin' their life We outside On demon time, so keep yo people safe Bodies outlined in white chalk from millimeter spray It's about to go down Somebody bout to end up losin' their life We outside On demon time, so keep yo people safe Bodies outlined in white chalk from millimeter Spray