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Back Outside
530
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back Outside was released on August 21, 2024 by Simple Stupid Records as a part of the album Trophied Up
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Release DateAugust 21, 2024
LabelSimple Stupid Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM101

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
X4
X4
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rawdonis Olivas
Rawdonis Olivas
Songwriter
Felipe Angel Huerta
Felipe Angel Huerta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F-Beat
F-Beat
Producer
Keemow CA
Keemow CA
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Fbeat go crazy)
Hmm
Really trophy’d up
Tired of **** poppin’ it and really pullin’ stunts
Bitch I’m really trophy’d up
(Fbeat producing all the heat)
Rolls Royce jeep not the Rovey crazio
Bow bow bow bow
Hmm
Bitch I’m really trophy’d up (up)
Tired of **** poppin’ it and really pullin’ stunts (really pullin stunts)
Back outside fuck it I done had enough (I done had enough)
Really top rank that **** last shit was bunk (last shit was bunk)
He can’t tell me nothin’
I’ll put em in a loose leaf and puff em (puff em)
Yeah these Off Whites but they custom
Heard he said some shit up on that case I can’t fuck wit em (I can’t fuck wit em)
**** said some shit up on the ave? And now it’s up wit em (up wit em)
**** keep the blick yeah it’s stuck wit em (stuck wit em)
Everybody can’t go I got enough **** (I got enough ****)
I heard you told the Johnnys what you know now we can’t fuck with you (can’t fuck with you)
Rolls Royce takin’ up the road, me and Crazy O
Balenciaga kicks fit check bitch I got it on
Diamonds in (bling) wrist check yeah I got it on
Yeah I got it on (yeah I got it on)
Heard a **** spoke up on that case he was dead wrong (heard a **** spoke up on the case)
Top rank me and average joes we don’t get along (me and average joes we don’t get along, no)
Told the bitch I’m busy when she called I ain’t see my phone (I ain’t see my phone)
If I check the app and see a threat one more time **** gotta go (**** gotta go)
Told the freak bitch arch her back ‘cause she know the loc’ tryna poke
Think I got this Glock up on my hip to let a joke approach?
Thinkin I’m a rapper run up on me if you wanna you bold
County jail courts and he got slaps cuz he walked out its oh
It was time to pop pop on the opps with the Glock and he froze
If Johnny’s get behind us better bounce out the Glock and get gone
We can strip a **** but I’m a joint so I get the most
I aint even wanna fuck yo bitch, she gave me some throat
He ain’t even wanna pull that skit he got pressured to go (he got pressured to go)
I’m a joint I ain’t even gotta say the rest if you know then you know (if you know then you know)
Hop up in the booth and say anything (say any any)
Bitch I’m really trophy’d up (up)
Tired of **** poppin’ it and really pullin’ stunts (really pullin stunts)
Back outside fuck it I done had enough (I done had enough)
Really top rank that **** last shit was bunk (last shit was bunk)
He can’t tell me nothin’
I’ll put em in a loose leaf and puff em (puff em)
Yeah these Off Whites but they custom
Heard he said some shit up on that case I can’t fuck wit em (I can’t fuck wit em)
**** said some shit up on the ave? And now it’s up wit em (up wit em)
Rolls Royce jeep not the Rovey?
Anything
(Feta go crazy)
Really trophy’d up
Bow, bow bow bow bow
(Fbeat producing all the heat)
(FBeat go crazy)
Hop up in the booth and say anything
Written by: Felipe Angel Huerta, Rawdonis Olivas
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