Bankrollreese - Outside

Yeah 146, Niggas know how this shit get
She ask me is I'm wit it bitch I'm outside them niggas ain't
She like what's the difference bitch I'm still alive they niggas ain't
I run out imma flip it got a extra clip taped to the K
Them dirty ass biscuits take em outside them bitches stank
She see this young money she tryna Minaj feelin the Drac
I'm in the club this bitch tucked in my pants just to be safe
Run in his crib nigga open it up empty the safe
Riding my wave niggas dick suck enough these niggas gay
Worried bout what them boyz out of bounds I'm in the paint
Young nigga world bitch I'm outta town drippin I'm Bape
Yellow nigga shootin drafted in the city feel like Cade
Oh he actin stupid lucky I keep one up in the brain
This shit be real I can't fake at all
Before I ever took a nigga shit niggas know that I was out here taking brauds
Damn bitch The plug hit my line I gotta take a call
My brotha hit me up I banged on em tryna shake the law
Wop if this nigga look again imma break his jaw
Really it ain't shit up in my head I got vacant thought
Pockets full of dead niggas really wish that they could talk
They ah prolly tell yo bitch to come here and gone and take it off
Match a wood but I ain't tryna match shots bitch it's a overkill
Actin hood we know he from the burbs so we gone hoe em still
Think it's a prop imma let this bitch go just so he know it's real
She gettin popped better let that bitch go boy she a hoe for real
Treat em like a lil brother give em two like this for flinching
Throw on a mask put a nigga six feet like keep a distance
Ain't tryna rap battle I catch em clap at em like this for dissing
He shoot and miss then I throw a shaq at em like this for bricking
They say I'm foul I sub hoes and when I'm out don't spend no time
My young nigga throwin 4s he like Kobe in '09
We bad boyz plug throwin me bows like '89
Give em 7 out this Glock 23 Kd & Bron
Aye, I can't name a nigga fucking with me
I ah put a nigga in the dirt he say its up with me
Knife on the K with a drum bitch its a buck fifty
I ah spray this K you think you dumb? Try yo luck with me
Aye I got the answers, they know Reese ah get em boxed
And the smoke I give is cancer it ain't coming out no box
And we keep exotic dancers I ain't worried bout no thot
Ain't never going broke again they think I'm hangin' with Lil Top
I will fight but I ah put you in a box like fuck the ED
Talking hot then I bet he get popped soon as he see me
Heard a opp said he seen them bullets fly, this shit be 3D
Keep my drac and you know I keep some wok like hey KeKe
Tryna slam catch em out and let it bang I feel like Chief Keef

Written by:
Maurice Clark

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