Outside

Don't start none It won't be none The opps ain't never on shit They sit at home and troll shit That talk over the phone shit That's why they never outside We'll yellow tape and cone shit That mobster Al Capone shit That put you on a song shit Don't start none It won't be none The opps ain't never on shit They sit at home and troll shit That talk over the phone shit That's why they never outside We'll yellow tape and cone shit That mobster Al Capone shit That put you on a song shit I came outside with two guns And Ima use em 'fore I lose em This shit too fun The opps be snoozin' When I'm cruisin' They think they won't lose none But they ain't dodgin what I'm using Bitch I use drums Then put the violence in my music Look they don't hit the block They take pictures on the corner We juss clean em like mops And shoot at pigs like Chris Dorner These niggas work with the cops They only gangsta early mornings. They act as square as a box and They'll get punched on like Norbit I'll give the opps boops and bops They'll get punched Like George Foreman When they see us ona block They drive past and start recording We be hoppin outta foreigns Do our shit then eat at Morton's Stomp a nigga out I hope I don't get no blood on my Jordans These niggas net poppin' Think they brackin' Hoppin' outta rentals I'ma call my nigga Strange to Put some bullets on they mental All that smilin' on IG I got Nina to fix they dimples And they wanna play hide-seek But this laser ain't gone miss em Don't start none It won't be none The opps ain't never on shit They sit at home and troll shit That talk over the phone shit That's why they never outside We'll yellow tape and cone shit That mobster Al Capone shit That put you on a song shit Don't start none It won't be none The opps ain't never on shit They sit at home and troll shit That talk over the phone shit That's why they never outside We'll yellow tape and cone shit That mobster Al Capone shit That put you on a song shit I be hanging like a big dawg My niggas chop shit like big saws This ain't a movie or a big blog We giving smoke like thick fog We want the smoke Like where the menthol We play defense You'll get picked off Bitch boy this the big leagues Y'all take losses like a Knicks team Thought you was Rocky Now you miss Creed They hate that we do big things We eat survival and we piss dreams And when we slide We giving 6 wings They don't really wanna take it there That's on the gang They won't make it there They bruise one Then we gone take a pair You think numbers Should make it fair But we got guns That could take a bear We make the game The game don't make the player Take advantage of the situation Get an idea of the shit you facing Don't lose yo life on some instigation Take this song as inspiration You playing with God That shit ain't in ya nature We'll slide down With them big erasers Don't start none It won't be none The opps ain't never on shit They sit at home and troll shit That talk over the phone shit That's why they never outside We'll yellow tape and cone shit That mobster Al Capone shit That put you on a song shit