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Young Devyn - Outside (Audio) ft. Fivio Foreign
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Devyn
Young Devyn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devyn Tyson
Devyn Tyson
Composer
Jeremy Arbesfeld
Jeremy Arbesfeld
Composer
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Composer
Ben Levin
Ben Levin
Composer
Adam Levine
Adam Levine
Composer
Ammar Malik
Ammar Malik
Composer
Karl Johan Schuster
Karl Johan Schuster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Devyn
Young Devyn
Executive Producer
Elvis Beatz
Elvis Beatz
Producer
Ernest “Ness” Butler
Mastering Engineer
Kyle Judge
Kyle Judge
Executive Producer
Victor "DJfuture" Wells
Victor "DJfuture" Wells
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Elvis) Grrt, baow Huh, yeah Woo, yeah Ayy, huh, baby goat Listen, look I don't gotta talk much You puttin' up work, but you claimin' you bossed up (how?) See, I'm from the jungle, gutter In the field, but I promise I never been crossed up (nah) But my hundreds is blue, like we all 'cause Ain't no smoke when they see me, it's all sucks If I catch another guy from the other side If it's up, then we all stuck (grrt, baow, baow, baow) Gang-gang gon' move 'em like Jagger (skrrt) He'll group, but he do it right after (woo) One-two woo and my ooter gon' blast ya Thought you was tough because you came a rapper Wait, put that kid on the plasma If I don't got it, brodie put the bag up (grr) Cop me some diamonds, pinky on Alaska He do it luggage, boy You gettin' packed up, listen (hol' up) I met shorty that be in the trenches But still makin' twenty a day (no cap) If you ain't know, it's opposition K, think fast No bread, then get up in my face Straight out the East where you find me (you find me) Used to live in the flossy and grrt in the '90s Look, just lil' baby, go shine it (woo) Had to ice up her Carti', I'm always on timin' Heard your lil' song, that's cute (that's cute) Jumpin' out for no diss, let me see what that do You the hottest in the what? That's cool (no cap) Did I tell you who to top, Young Devyn, that's who Big dope when I step in that room Everybody talk hot 'til this click-clack boom (boom) Playin' with the guys is a real bad move And it's always on my side, like a hip tattoo (woo) See, I'm a pretty face but get ugly (uh-huh) I got a lil' waste, but don't touch me (uh) Baby, just kick it back, like it's rugby (uh) Oppers be Devyn K but still bump me (woo) I got the streets in the wire No Alicia, this girl is on fire Shorty was all in my page, inspired There's nothin' you can say when you hot (no cap) 'Cause I make 'em moody (what?) None of 'em can't pursue me Look at my vibe, look at my opps Really come make 'em groupies They wanna spit, tragic (tragic) He was there, now he gone, magic (magic) Baby, I'm from a different fabric (what?) When I diss, gotta catch me in traffic (baow) 'Cause I'm outside today (ayy, no cap, haha) I do not vibe the wave (yessir) They told me I wasn't gon' step (yeah, you know I'm strong as fuck) But I'm outside today (outside, let's do it) I'm outside today (brr, Fivi') I do not vibe the wave (woo, ha) They told me I wasn't gon' step But I'm outside today (look, look) They said I'm Fivio Foreign, take a Percocet, it turn my body on Close my eyes and I go to a higher form Said we ain't drillin', - - Is you think is you lyin' on - - What you think - dyin' for I got a new gun, I gotta tie it on Caught a new charge for a firearm If he want a gun, I go and buy it for him I know I look good, but don't touch me I had to cut her off, she's too fussy She give me sloppy toppy, it get yucky Every time she see me, she wanna haunt me I tell her "No" (I tell her "No") Tell the promoters, I need a hundred a show You can wire me a hundred before And a hundred be seen when I walk in the door (ah) I'm always on time when I stepped for the briefs Got a hundred in chains, that's a regular meet Tell -, he start wettin' his tee He don't know how to drill, he just wettin' his tee (boom) But he finished the job (uh, job, he finished the job, look, huh) I love my demons and I get 'em involved He grab the gun, he just gettin' in cars He walkin' up, now he ain't 'head from far Shooter with me when I set the bar Gotta mention the hitch when you mention the squad I say a prayer 'fore I send him to God We on a mission, look (we on a mission) Huh, we on a mission, - (we on a mission, nigga) Keep bein' with me, no splittin' - If I pay him the money, he hit - (baow, baow, baow) 'Cause I make 'em moody (uh) None of 'em can't pursue me (uh) Look at my vibe, look at my opps (woo, woo) Really come make 'em groupies (baow) They wanna spit, tragic (tragic) He was there, now he gone, magic (magic) Baby, I'm from a different fabric (what?) When I diss, gotta catch me in traffic (baow) 'Cause I'm outside today (what?) I do not vibe the wave (no way) They told me I wasn't gon' step But I'm outside today (outside) I'm outside today (brr) I do not vibe the wave (woo) They told me I wasn't gon' step But I'm outside today (hol' on, grrt, baow)
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Ammar Malik, Johan Karl Schuster, Adam Noah Levine, Maxie Lee Iii Ryles, Andrew D. Oliver, Devyn Ashli Millicent Tyson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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