I'm Outside

Yeah I rap about shit that I don't even have, but that's cause I'm planning on getting em I really be humble, I don't like to brag, but I know these niggas ain't lit as us I pull off a lot with a whip paid in cash, immediately go and get tinted up Put a blick in that glove, I'm semi'ed up I pull up on your bitch, she gon' give it up Fasho Yeah, I don't even knock on the door I tell her I'm outside I'm fuckin' up homes, the pussy feel better whenever I know that it's not mine Them niggas is hoes, they only be gangsta on songs We know they do not slide We wipin' his nose, he not slime Better not look at me wrong unless you cross-eyed Bitch I'm on the road, I been going state to state, like I got a CDL She been gaining weight, she ain't tryna wait She went and got her a new BBL The tummy is tucked, the booty is plump, recovery going well The body is fake, can't even tell Say on god that it's real, you go to hell Okay, let's go That probably went over your head, sometimes I surprise myself I be forgetting that I'm the best to ever do it, I gotta remind myself My favorite rappers ain't been delivering the music, I gotta supply myself 40-yard dash, I'll time myself Fore' I let you cross me I'll line myself, nigga I been plotting on Kayla for years Now she posted up with a new man I ain't tripping, it is what it is But I hope that lil' nigga got hands If he do, he get hit with a can Better not put a ring on your hand Leave that nigga right now, I demand Girl, you gave the wrong nigga a chance I rap about shit that I don't even have, but that's cause I'm planning on getting em I really be humble, I don't like to brag, but I know these niggas ain't lit as us I pull off a lot with a whip paid in cash, immediately go and get tinted up Put a blick in that glove, I'm semi'ed up I pull up on your bitch, she gon' give it up Fasho Yeah, I don't even knock on the door I tell her I'm outside I'm fuckin' up homes, the pussy feel better whenever I know that it's not mine Them niggas is hoes, they only be gangsta on songs We know they do not slide We wipin' his nose, he not slime Better not look at me wrong unless you cross-eyed Bitch