OUTSIDE (feat. APE)

They been wonderin' where the f*ck we been I keep tellin' em Hello? Where you at? Where we at? Oh you wanna know where I'm at? We outside Let's go Into the thick of it Talk to the cops, they think I'm illiterate People been saying' shit Shots at the fakes, let's see how your fitted fit Poppin' some Ritalin (Yuh) Adderall keep me from fiddlin' (Yuh, Yuh) Demons knockin' I don't let em in (Nah) Late show like it's letterman I don't really talk to the po-po Two Twenty-Twos call it four-four Out in Monaco, got wins by the boat load Game by the neck, that's a chokehold I don't really f*ck with fake friends, that's a bro code Never catch me ridin' round solo, dolo, even when I'm moving that coco (Coco) Bad bitch ask for a photo, had to take her home on the low-low yuh We get the money and they get offended (They get offended) We own it all don't act like it's rented New whip, and it cost me a penny New drip, and that shit look like Fendi Two "F's" like I'm failing these grades We walk in, you could tell that we paid Money been talking, I'm keeping it straight We with your bitch, and staying up late (Staying up late) Hold up wait She got that cake I been filling my plate I got some guap that I keep in the safe Walk in the bank, they know me by my name Four pockets full, you could tell that we paid Big body AMG take up two lanes Press on the gas if we seein' the jase Dunno who I could trust, I only love this cup Baby just pour me up, I had to double up I got so much to lose, still ain't got enough They tryna fit in the picture, shit getting bigger If I'm Christian, but I'm still a sinner (Let's go) Into the thick of it (Ya ya) Talk to the cops, They think I'm illiterate People been saying' shit Shots at the fakes, let's see how your fitted fit Poppin' some Ritalin (Yuh) Adderall keep me from fiddlin' (Yuh, Yuh) Demons knockin' I don't let em in (Nah) Late show like it's letterman