OUTSIDE

I can't pop a pill, so I chew the Xans Homie talkin' down, you must wanna lose your grams Bitch I come from bumfuck, we ain't got shit to do So I plot on stupid bitches that f*ck with my mood I be outside, where you fuckin' at? All you pussies do is tweak off lots of crack I don't got the time, or the cash Even if I did, I wouldn't be here with yo ass I be where you say you are, but really ain't Pussy talkin' down, but he ain't showin' face I get in that mode and I don't feel the pain So why the f*ck you think I'm scared of Instagram hate? Don't got no day ones, and this shit pickin' up So when the hate come, just know they pissed as f*ck Pussy say sumn, I'm like, "bitch what up?" Steak and A1, how I rip it up Come in with that mm-mm, all I know is mm-mm I don't like to talk, so when I talk, I be like mm-hmm Bring that pussy out, they pushy now, so I'm like mm-mm Trying to keep my cool, but I can't I don't fight over miniscule shit, bitch If I did that, I wouldn't have time to make hits, bitch Everybody pussy, wanna grip up on a stick, bitch What happened to the days where everybody fought like this, bitch? I be outside where you fuckin' ain't Get up off yo couch and stop that huffin' paint I might just go hop on top a fuckin' train And make my way to Cortland so these pussies faint