Shod Da Kidd - Outside

Had a bottom bitch
But she only give me top now
Her nigga was trippin'
Buddy mad that she a bop now
Told me he gon' catch me
When he see me I better watch out
Er'since COVID, these niggas think we scared to pop out
Told all my niggas
Load up them Chevy's
I think we got one
He probably get his wings
Like Sean Evans
We sendin' Hot Ones
Billy street sweepin'
My nigga Litty
Rather mop son
And we got alibis and bail money in case the cops come
We been out
Plottin' on Coachella
But right now I'm rollin' loud
This ho tryna use me
She tryna take me to the house
Got her baby on the bed
So I fucked her on the couch
I'm gettin' lit off this styrofoam
And I don't give a fuck
Cause I ain't the one drivin' home
If you don't want no problem talkin' to my niggas
Better watch yo tone
Cause we like 40 deep
And we got his back
Right or wrong
So you better chill
Mama think I'm still her baby She want me in the crib
She know her baby boy the prince
But this the way I live
Told her I was with the hoopers And we shootin' above the rim
Bottles poppin'
Bitches poppin' pussy on the headlights
Ratchet at the red light
Wonder what the head like
A party ain't a party until the niggas with the dreads hype
And the neighbors on bullshit
I think I see fed lights
Ay we outside
Told mama we don't need 2K
We gettin' live
Automatic whip
But shift the stick while we drive
If we don't terrorize your block
Better thank God
Before we slide
Cuz nigga we outside
If I ain't say I'm with my niggas
Shit should be implied
A party ain't no party until me and the squad arrive
If you don't wanna catch bullets
Nigga catch a vibe
Cause if you try
You gon' see us outside

Written by:
Anthony Parrino, Courtney Shanade Salter, Dijon Styles, Morris Ricks, Patrick Brown, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Steve Rosenstein, Vanessa Wood

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