Back Outside

Yeah

It's summertime, park the foreign and jump in the 'Cat

I swear to God, I told these **** I was bomin' back

Yeah

It's about to be a murder scene and blood jump in the back

Dog said he rollin' Beezy up and now he in a pack

Man, these lil' **** love me, I ain't gotta drop no racks

I should call my bitch Siri how she found where **** at

Streets cold, got that **** mama cryin' and shit

Don't be tryna drop no disses and y'all dyin' and shit

Wish they would say I'm fallin' off when I was fallin' back

Who producin' for your favorite rapper? ****, tell me that

My dog dropped the album, I'm just glad he kept it real

I was there when **** turned they back, so I know how it feel

Ho **** postin' all they business on the 'net, can't be me

I remember— dropped a body, we went out to eat

I was ducked off for a minute, yeah, bitch, I'm back outside

I can't listen to Durk 'cause that shit make me wanna slide

They ain't let us in the club with them sticks, okay, cool

Turn to Draymond in the club, punch his ass like Jordan Poole

Bitch, yeah, this a full clip

If I'm Jordan, Fetti Scottie Pippen, we on bullshit

White coupe sittin' on them Forgis, that's a cool whip

How I'm beefin' with some **** that I went to school with?

Ain't no chillin' with no hoes when you beefin' and shit

**** I'm with, they ain't just rappin', they be creepin' on shit

Turn to Ike Turner in the pussy, beatin' on shit

They ain't gon' catch us in the club unless we deep than a bitch (Goddamn)