Outside III (feat. Sunshine Blu)

Sunshine Blu, that's what I do, I'm the truth nigga, f*ck you and all them dudes with you The fools with me, know they damage shit, these slugs free, free shipping and handling A weak nigga he can't handle me, and what she can't, I'm a damage shit, I'm laughing shit When I kill like the Terrifier, you niggas pussy not willing to take shit where I am Get em boo, you know I got em bae, f*ck with my nigga you'll feel a lot of pain Fucking with any of mine, know you fucking with me, any part of hers a part of me You're fucked no Vaseline, no diddy, we on this back and forth, Jada, Styles P Masterchef up in the kitchen when it come to beef from Tennessee I'm from California and we love this shit, not fucking with us one day We're gon' run these streets, it's time to eat, by any means necessary Monday to Monday, February to February, no time for you pussy niggas acting scary And any bitch period I give you hoes Naythan, nada, shit I'm all about a dollar 22 all the way up to seven, six, two get bodied, I got em, give em black talons or hollows F*ck all of your talking, give you something to swallow Choppers, pistol and them revolvers, have your mama singing the blues, show time at the Apollo I got those, shoot your lights out, Aaron Afflalo That eagle on me hit all my targets like Tommy Thompson I'm locked in, I got it all but I ain't got sense A crash out but living life fast, Bobby Labonte Roll the dice, but you on my bad side Know I hold your life, one phone call Have you scared to come outside, shit's real when you f*ck with we R.F.G. we the team when we bout that green Yeah, have you scared to come outside