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bla5er & blo5k lil a – outside lyrics

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loaded up with pointers on my wrist

shinning round the city making juggs yea

we loaded with them pints we drinking good yea

you know the gang with the sh-ts we always outside

we always outside

can’t wait to slide

ain’t no triple cross its gon be a homicide

when them doors go up we call em suicide

breaking down them bells i came from two’s for five’s

we was always outside

front line with them homicides

swear with us its do or die

bout respect we gon open fire

walk up on us put some holes in his attire

leave em burning like a desire

a say a on the gang we go the hardest

yea we go the hardest and that bag we in regardless

yeen gotta worry bout who start it just know we spark it yea

got more drugs than a marching band

got way more sticks than pakistan

its still free gang til they out the can

extorting us can’t be yo plan

might f-ck on her but can’t be her man

i ain’t worried bout sh-t on the motherf-cking land

i don’t want yo money i ain’t shaking yo hand

i don’t do bad vibes is all i’m saying

loaded up with pointers on my wrist

shinning round the city making juggs yea

we loaded with them pints we drinking good yea

you know the gang with the sh-ts we always outside

we always outside

can’t wait to slide

ain’t no triple cross its gon be a homicide

when them doors go up we call em suicide

breaking down them bells i came from two’s for five’s

i came from two’s to five’s

trapping out that motel now its high-rise

everything dropping when we slide

with the same n-ggas from knee high

i’m prayed up no e5

got bla5er with me that’s mob ties

oh you spirit n-gga we g5

you a never know what we go through

and all the sh-t a n-gga been through

i’m buying rollies for the whole crew

talking about it but we showed you

a hold up let me get em

these rap n-ggas i ain’t smelling yea

they really praising n-ggas talent yea

four pointers my bezel yea

got a bad drug dealing habit yea

my favorite room is the kitchen yea

bust some bells down on the floor yea

hustle hard is all we know yea

on ten toes in the trenches yea

glock side never show

that’s on the gang

loaded up with pointers on my wrist

shinning round the city making juggs yea

we loaded with them pints we drinking good yea

you know the gang with the sh-ts we always outside

we always outside

can’t wait to slide

ain’t no triple cross its gon be a homicide

when them doors go up we call em suicide

breaking down them bells i came from two’s for five’s