Young Juve - Outside
(Wodie we get down but to a certain extent all that shoe shoeing with them hoes be getting my name bent)Private sell jammed on me in the car I was pissed
80k on that new Beamer I ain’t humble I’m lit
Instagramming my piff
I chose money over pussy I abandon my bitch
High voltage I be charging 400 a zip
Duce Duce for the midget
I’m Loudien in the kitchen
Bout to jugg me a nigga
Bout to slap me a rapper
I’m everywhere cuz I’m active
In the club wit my ratchet like how it shoot if it's plastic
Niggas working with the DA we ain’t give no passes
We catch you lackin in that whip we make it flip no gymnastics
I know it’s a drought but we gone still win
How yo people still in the house that you got killed in?
Retaliating when I’m at the second-line big chilling
Riding wit no tent cause I know that shit hurt they feelings
40 in a 10 ain’t talking speed I’m talking Glock
Milly is my name cause imma rock on any block
Was beefing with my homies had to put that shit aside
Blood thicker then the water from the mud where we reside
Every time I hit the weed I think about my guys
Nigga try to play wit one of them and they gone die
All about my money but I’m more about respect
Pop out in the city Glock 9 or a tech
Outside it get ugly outside it get wet
Outside we gone thug till we the only niggas left
Outside
I just fucked a thot hoe in the car outside
Told her that I love her and she know that I lied
Twenty four seven every one I get high, I’m the type that get fly just to go on drive by’s
Wave to them bitches for a second (HI)
If I wave to yo bitch then it’s a blessing (HI)
I can’t play wit no nigga keep a weapon (Bye)
I can’t lay wit no bitch without protection (I lied)
Look
I was on staycation couldn’t leave cause I’m the backbone
The only thing that’s different ain’t no hoodie or a masked on
Glock with attachments
Tits and a ass lift
You can try to run and she gone spit like a mad bitch
Heard a nigga talking out his top that imma has been
All because I had his fucking BM in that Batman
Blacked out, white Chuck Taylors soulja rag out
Cash out you can try to reach and imma flash out
Was beefing with my homies had to put that shit aside
Blood thicker then the water from the mud where we reside
Every time I hit the weed I think about my guys
Nigga try to play wit one of them and they gone die
All about my money but I’m more about respect
Pop out in the city Glock 9 or a tech
Outside it get ugly outside it get wet
Outside we gone thug till we the only niggas left
Outside
(Bitch you know how we coming man Ghetto children till I D.I.E)
(play with one of them and you gone see)
Written by:
Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
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