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1mere - outside wit da guys lyrics

[intro]
green light, never red
go, backseat boy
bully

[verse]
lo got did the worst way (worst way), they hit him in his head (go)
fetti ain’t get to bust that trap, n+gga, get up craig
i’m f+ckin’ on my opp lil’ sister, made her diss the dead (come here)
n+ggas know for my dead homies we paint the city red (red)
i can talk about some sh+t but that sh+t really fed
i can’t f+ck with n0body that ain’t got no bodies (body)
i’ma build my own empire, n+gga, like i was gossy (gossy)
we ain’t f+ckin’ with the bowls, broski movin’ sonny (sonny)
i ain’t want no baby from that b+tch, she almost got me (grrh)
cops keep askin’ me questions ’cause they know i’m lyin’
i’m only tappin’ in with k!llers, murderers, try them (go)
you ain’t do sh+t when we shot your homie, yeah, we boxed him in (boxed him in)
false claimin’ rep, the 9th keep losin’ all their friends (the 9th)
when n+ggas play, we get that drop and pull up droppin’, shh
it’s so many shots to send, it’s so many blocks to bend (shh)
ain’t no walkin’ down on me ’cause bully keep his hot with him (hot)
caught a opp and he lied, he said he do not rock with them
we really snakin’ n+ggas out, n+ggas callin’ us they kin
my homie backdoor wide open and i’m gon’ back my best friend
we just got the arp done, that sh+t tryna f+ck a b+tch (f+ck a b+tch)
i be outside with the guys and i ain’t duckin’ sh+t (i ain’t duckin’ sh+t)
on the 9th smokin’ baz but the hundo hit (smokin’ baz)
fetti caught them stomach shots, i bet it hurt to take a sh+t (smokin’ baz)
n+ggas thought i leave the hood when everyday i bend the 6th (go)
catch a dummy loafin’, hop out with that flash and made him trip (go)
still on the 4th and i ain’t dead, that ain’t makin’ sense
i’ma be this way until my last breath, you n+ggas broke
all them n+ggas scared and they gon’ crash next
only reason i cut the b+tch off ’cause she got bad s+x (bad s+x)
i could sell these pounds in my sleep, ain’t lead the trap yet (go)
still down the bottom tryna catch a chaser we ain’t wacked yet (down the bottom)
hoppin’ out that v with that ‘itchy, i just tapped that
i could name a list full of n+ggas that ain’t help me (help me)
every block got a dead opp, that’s how that belt be (grrh)
i’ma do this sh+t until i die, until we wealthy (pew, pew, pew)
n+ggas really took bruh bruh and booka, that sh+t melt me (melt me)
i was goin’ through pain, i turned that pain to poppin’ perc’s (go)
speak on booka name in vein, they know that sh+t come with a he+rs+
we the real c’s, n+ggas died for names if you ain’t learn (if you ain’t learn)
know a opp who f+cked that hot sh+t, left his ass burnin’ (burnin’)
i need my money when i pull up like i’m big worm (big worm)
in the city turnin’ sh+t up, the da concerned (go)
backseat boy hoppin’ out, know n+ggas with that burner (backseat boy)
n+ggas know if they take it far, i’ma go the furthest (the furthest)
when g4 went to jail, that left me in the field hurtin’
i ain’t worried, momma, f+ck the opps, they gettin’ buried (f+ck the opps)
bro on the run, i give him everythin’ i got
go, go, i don’t care if i go pop
[?] for the guys, it’s provide or get dropped
the streets took all my feelings, i ain’t never had my pop
all my n+ggas went to jail, now i’m with [border?], top drop (top drop)
they had baz at that bus stop, n+gga, that’s the wrong stop (stop)
get that lo’, he ain’t goin’ home, we pull up with them shots
i watch the campers box you in, ain’t n0body get that drop (campers box you in)
that just how it get, cruisin’, ridin’ around lookin’ for opps
before them rastas catch a body, they be tyin’ up they locks, go
[outro]
before them rastas catch a body
before them rastas catch a body, they be tyin’ up they locks
n+ggas lied and say they shot me, i just bend on n+ggas block, go
cck, backseat boys

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