Bryso2niceo - Outside

"Skrrr"
Let's Go
Aye
Let's Go
Mane these people really judge me on the outside
How you say you really bout it, boy I'm outside
Steady throwing up that gang, but we got mob ties
I want hella green, spinach, just like Popeye
Man don't try to tell me what a nigga been thru
I'm just tryna have fun, stack it up
Turn up the venue
Never really had nobody I could vent to
I just hope you keep your space whenever I see you
Roll up the za
Spark it up, yeah I lit it
I made your bitch put my name on her fitted
These niggas is enemies
No they not kin to me
Look is you feeling me
Niggas is mini me's
My money stack all the way where the ceiling be
Aye
Go
My money stack all the way where the ceiling be
Look down on Niggas, ain't nobody topping me
Aye, I'm feeling groovy
Yeah I'm feeling groovy
I say bae let's shoot a movie
Aye let's shoot a movie
Yeah I beat it up, I might smack her booty
Me and gang cook it up, like it's ratatouille
Say I told these Niggas that I can't be fucked wit
Tryna be sum that you not, a get you bust quick
Brodie hit you wit that Asian, call it chopstick
"Bitch"
I hit my dance I'm known to mop shit, yeah
Turn up, we outside baby we outside
Aye, Yo niggas not gone ride, niggas not gone slide
Baby this yo chance, don't ruin my vibe
Been that nigga on the rise ian never lied
Go!
Mane these people really judge me on the outside
How you say you really bout it, boy I'm outside
Steady throwing up det gang, but we got mob ties
I want hella green, spinach, just like Popeye
Man don't try to tell me what a nigga been thru
I'm just tryna have fun, stack it up
Turn up the venue
Never really had nobody I could vent to
I just hope you keep your space whenever I see you

Written by:
Bryson Ivy

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