Текст песни Outy When I Drive / Blamed (feat. Rich the Kid, Yella Beezy & Sage the Gemini) - Rich The Kid , Yella Beezy , Sage the Gemini , Chris Brown
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Everything
foreign,
nigga
Ayy,
Bougie,
shit
tell
'em
back
back
(Back
back)
Runnin'
around
with
the
rat
pack
(Huh)
That
ass
too
fat,
tell
her
back
back
(What)
Ain't
doing
no
talkin',
the
choppa
got
kick
back
(Blat)
Ooh,
ooh,
she
won't
be
my
boo
(My
boo)
I
was
broke,
now
I
got
bitches
in
my
coupe
(Huh)
Me
and
Breezy,
50
hoes,
by
the
group
(By
the
group)
That's
yo'
bitch,
she
told
a
lie
Ain't
told
the
truth,
ooh
(Ain't
told
the
truth)
I
get
her
gone
Fuck
her
once,
she
won't
pick
up
the
phone
(What?)
I
send
her
home
(Home)
Give
me
the
dome,
give
me
the
dome
High-y,
high-y,
high
I'ma
fly,
I'ma
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive
Bring
me
up,
bitch,
on
both
sides
Broke
niggas
always
minus,
wearin'
designer
See
me,
I
beat
it
out
the
line
And
it'll
fuck
ya
spine
up
High-y,
high-y,
high
Yeah,
baby,
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive,
flatline
High-y,
high-y,
high
Yeah,
baby,
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive
Bitch,
on
both
sides
When
I
do
the
dash,
bitch,
I
swear
that
they
mouth
wide
Hunnids,
countin'
cash
in
a
pair
of
them
off-whites
You
need
to
bring
your
ass
over
here
If
your
nigga
wanna
fight,
bitch,
come
outside
I'm
off
this
Hennessy,
too
many
shots,
don't
give
a
fuck
Ain't
no
excuses
for
bein'
belligerent,
just
give
me
the
bottle
Stop
thinkin'
about
it,
'til
I'm
on
the
floor
Switchin'
lanes,
caught
in
the
paint,
off
the
backboard
Ain't
no
way
I'ma
change,
pussy
got
me
goin'
High-y,
high-y,
high
I'ma
fly,
I'ma
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive
Bring
me
up,
bitch,
on
both
sides
Broke
niggas
always
minus,
wearin'
designer
See
me,
I
beat
it
out
the
line
And
it'll
fuck
ya
spine
up
High-y,
high-y,
high
Yeah,
baby,
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive,
flatline
High-y,
high-y,
high
Yeah,
baby,
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive
Bitch,
on
both
sides
I
say
vroom,
vroom
808s
gon'
make
your
body
shake
Look
bitch
boom,
boom
And
when
I
get
you
I'ma
knock
that
pussy
to
the
moon,
moon
If
he
trippin',
grab
that
Smith
And
I'ma
knock
his
brain
loose
Do
what
you
do
These
hatin'
niggas
got
it
bad
Nigga
talkin'
tough
into
my
lil'
condo,
and
shot
his
ass
And
if
you
mention
me,
then
you
gon'
end
up
in
a
body
bag
Lil'
mama,
I
ain't
tryna
fuck
you,
you
ain't
got
a
lot
of
ass
I
need
a
lot
of
that,
yeah-yeah
High-y,
high-y,
high
I'ma
fly,
I'ma
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive
Bring
me
up,
bitch,
on
both
sides
Broke
niggas
always
minus,
wearin'
designer
See
me,
I
beat
it
out
the
line
And
it'll
fuck
ya
spine
up
High-y,
high-y,
high
Yeah,
baby,
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive,
flatline
High-y,
high-y,
high
Yeah,
baby,
flatline
Outy
when
I
drive
Bitch,
on
both
sides
Your
call
cannot
be
completed
as
dialed
Please
check
the
number
and
dial
again
Or
dial
6-1-1
Don't
play
me
to
the
left,
no
'Fore
I
pull
up
with
that
thing
on
me
I'm
shootin',
aimin'
for
the
neck
And
ain't
nobody
finna
bang
on
me
Ayy,
I
just
check
my
bank
account,
I'm
goin'
dumb
as
fuck
I
point
her
in
the
right
direction,
tell
her,
run
it
up
I
put
her
in
the
Louis
line,
nigga,
one-to-ones
But
we
don't
fight,
I
take
this
.40
Off
my
waist
just
like
a
tummy
tuck
I
don't
speak
much
unless
it's
money,
so
If
they
don't
know
me
personal,
then
I
don't
take
it
personal
They
love
you
when
you
wins
high,
let
you
know
(Let
you
know)
But
when
your
wins
low,
they
treat
you
like
a
Urkel
I
learn
that
family
don't
always
matter
(Yeah,
whoa)
I
send
these
shots
around
your
dome
Now
you
silent
(Yeah-yeah,
yeah-yeah)
Ayy,
I'm
just
tryna
buy
me
a
big
place
(Big
place)
I'm
just
tryna
buy
me
a
lawyer,
help
me
beat
the
case
I'm
just
tryna
fuck
you,
let
you
lead
the
way
(The
way)
And
if
we
can't
make
it
to
the
bed,
do
it
on
the
way
Don't
play
me
to
the
left,
no
'Fore
I
pull
up
with
that
thing
on
me
I'm
shootin',
aimin'
for
the
neck,
oh
And
ain't
nobody
finna
bang
on
me
I
got
your
bitch,
she
coming
over
(Woo!)
She
gon'
bring
her
friend
too
(Woo!)
They
gon'
pop
and
bend
it
over
(Woo!)
Like
that
pussy
brand
new
Get
her
an
Uber
when
it's
over
Fuck
that,
just
hop
up
in
the
coupe
What
you
gon'
do?
'Cause
you
can't
really
put
the
blame
on
us
If
there's
a
problem,
I'ma
pop
up,
I'ma
shoot
out
the
roof
You
need
to
stop
it
'fore
I
make
your
mama
really
miss
you
Ain't
throwin'
spirals,
really
big
bullets
and
a
couple
missiles
I
hit
your
bitch
up
that
Friday
and
I
told
her
to
choose
She
told
me,
yeah,
we
on
for
the
nightcap
I
know
your
nigga
won't
like
that
Get
his
cap
killed
in
his
life
jack'
That's
why
I
don't
take
a
day
off
Hustle
like
every
day
is
the
Playoffs
Damn
right,
we
fuckin'
winnin'
Don't
like
me,
fuck
your
feelings
(Feelings)
Money
up
to
the
ceilin'
(Ceilin')
Smoke
weed,
I'm
up
there
with
it
(There
with
it)
Like
murder,
make
a
killin'
See
murder
for
no
limit
White
people
in
my
business
Black
women
give
me
kisses
With
all
these
snitches,
it
ain't
safe
no
more
(No
more)
Niggas
sayin'
names
and
they
showin'
up
to
court
(Court)
I'ma
take
a
shot,
have
one
Newport
Before
I
light
this
bitch
up
and
shoot
it
off
the
backboard
You
got
me
fucked
up
Don't
play
me
to
the
left,
no
'Fore
I
pull
up
with
that
thing
on
me
I'm
shootin',
aimin'
for
the
neck,
oh
And
ain't
nobody
finna
bang
on
me
I
got
your
bitch,
she
coming
over
(Woo!)
She
gon'
bring
her
friend
too
(Woo!)
They
gon'
pop
and
bend
it
over
(Woo!)
Like
that
pussy
brand
new
Get
her
an
Uber
when
it's
over
Fuck
that,
just
hop
up
in
the
coupe
What
you
gon'
do?
'Cause
you
can't
really
put
the
blame
on
us
(Ooh,
huh,
huh,
huh)
I
might
slide
in
it
(Slide
in
it)
I
like
bad
bitches
(Bad)
Bentley
350s
(Skrrt)
I
got
three
with
me
(With
me)
It's
a
blame
game
(Blame
game)
Let
my
chains
swang
(Swang)
I
don't
know
her
name
(What?)
All
these
hoes
the
same
(Yeah)
She
want
Chanel
on
her
(Chanel)
Birkin
bags,
she
was
rackin'
sale
on
'em
(Ooh)
I
got
the
nail
on
her
Fuckin'
friends
and
she
think
I'ma
tell
her
(Ooh)
In
my
coupe,
I
got
two
Niggas
mad
I
got
the
juice
I'ma
smash
on
your
boo
(Smash)
I
got
cash
on
me
too
She
won't
play
me
to
the
left
I'm
a
rich
nigga
to
death
(Death)
She
gon'
pull
up
with
the
neck
Boss
up
for
a
check
(Check)
Know
he
want
her
She
got
red
bottoms
on
her
(On
her)
If
I
fuck
her
two
times,
she
a
goner
(Huh)
Don't
play
me
to
the
left,
no
'Fore
I
pull
up
with
that
thing
on
me
I'm
shootin',
aimin'
for
the
neck,
oh
And
ain't
nobody
finna
bang
on
me
I
got
your
bitch,
she
coming
over
She
gon'
bring
her
friend
too
They
gon'
pop
and
bend
it
over
Like
that
pussy
brand
new
Get
her
an
Uber
when
it's
over
Fuck
that,
just
hop
up
in
the
coupe
What
you
gon'
do?
'Cause
you
can't
really
put
the
blame
on
us
1 Lower Body (feat. Davido)
2 Overtime
3 Under the Influence
4 Outy When I Drive / Blamed (feat. Rich the Kid, Yella Beezy & Sage the Gemini)
5 Nose Dive (feat. DaniLeigh)
6 Flashbacks
7 Problem with You
8 Going At It
9 Technology
10 Tell Me How You Feel (feat. Tory Lanez)
11 Indigo
12 Back to Love
13 Come Together
14 Temporary Lover
15 Emerald / Burgandy
16 Red
17 All I Want
18 Wobble Up
19 Need A Stack
20 Heat
21 No Guidance
22 Girl Of My Dreams
23 Natural Disaster / Aura
24 Don't Check On Me
25 Sorry Enough
26 Juice
27 You Like That
28 Troubled Waters
29 Take A Risk
30 Lurkin'
31 Trust Issues / Act In
32 Cheetah
33 Undecided
34 BP / No Judgement
35 Side N***a
36 Throw It Back
37 All On Me
38 Sexy
39 Early 2K
40 Dear God
41 Part Of The Plan
42 Play Catch Up
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