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Ain't Outside
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ain't Outside was released on August 15, 2025 by Jumpstart as a part of the album Ain't Outside - Single
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelJumpstart
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YNC Traislime
YNC Traislime
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Mitchell
Robert Mitchell
Songwriter
KareyMuney
KareyMuney
Arranger

Lyrics

I’m about to be on some real murder shit.
I can’t wait.
Any **** that ever looked at me wrong—
Who these **** is?
I’m telling you, man. Any **** that ever looked at me wrong—
Who these **** is?
Bando ma, you a slut.
Fuck who you think it is.
Huh? **** ain’t outside. They ain’t out here.
Be who you wanna be only in the end. These **** lying.
I’m trying to wipe them bitches out. I can’t find them trying.
Where they at? I come through based, so I get hit. I don’t miss to every time.
Every time, yeah, that’s me. Yeah.
What you say? Say that shit with your chest. Shit louder.
I got shot, I’m back outside. I’m trying to see who next. Like, who next?
This shit here come with the streets. This little scar and shit.
I’m a gangster. **** play, they have to pay.
I can’t speak on it. Be quiet.
I can speak on who got shot, can’t speak on dead. Can’t speak on bitch.
I get on camera and I get quiet. All I see is red. Yeah.
I don’t shit, I think these **** scared. These **** pussy.
Security better not touch me, know I gotta get it. Better not touch me. What?
Hey, keep this shit in the street. In the street.
I’m from the crest, I’m not from Memphis or no Tennessee.
**** yeah. A **** tried to take me, he must think he me. Think he me.
I know a ****, I was slime, this shit come through me. Oh, for real.
I’m the biggest. What? Had a Draco, that’s a show stopper. Stop a show.
Smoke stopper. Yeah. ****, we killed Joe popping. Go, ****.
Ambulance pulled up too late, ain’t see no doctor. It was dark.
Hold up your fingers, gotta bend ‘em, I’m a four cracker. Four? Gotta do that.
****, we shot two of your men. Your brothers.
I tapped the opps, they on my dick, I was hitting before then. Before I popped them.
Five shots in the jug, it’s a full tin. Full tin.
Brought the bomb up in the club, we don’t need no plan.
Can’t see a real bitch. These **** pussies. We kept a stripper. Got a stripper.
****, but now move on any ho, I’m a flip her. I bet I touch him.
Pussy better not try to be no hero, I leave him stiff. Hey, stuff him up.
I can write my name on paperwork, make me rich. Hey, where’s my money?
Written by: Robert Mitchell
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