Текст песни Outsiders - DJ Clue , Rjae , Guapdad 4000 , Reuben Vincent

Feel like God in the booth
This nigga standin' right behind me
Oh, the vibes is real
, Yeah
Uh-huh, you gotta roll with this, baby
Where that monogram at?

Fuck you niggas, I'm the next greatest
Toxic boy, I'm my ex favorite
They want static, it can get major (Boom)
Never asked for no favors, only did the work
You only did the worst, you better off in a hearse, huh
Dead on arrival, tactic survival, ask your idol
They fear me, I spin on 'em like a ballet recital
Two-twos, Emmitt Smith, me and my bebop cowboys
Servin' re-rock, knee stock goin' up like Dow Jones, huh
Ninth got another threat, Guru got another gem
Heard them boys want amends, really, I don't fuck with them (Uh-huh)
Tryna cop an Aston Martin, color Aston cut your skin
Sharp tongue, razor in my mouth, pocket butter rim
Three little birdies sang to me when I was down and out
That if you wanna make the wave, I gotta drown 'em out
Fuck the number game, you niggas cannot count me out
Remember summers when we had the drought
Like Wayne, I'm goin' no ceilings, for me, she get no feelings
I'm no dentist, they show teeth when they know you winnin', huh
I ain't gon' stop 'til they show forgiveness, for real, for real
And I ain't Caleb, but know my niggas for real, for real
Prophecy said soldier in to protect
The code of the jungle is build off respect
You niggas aim for the chest, you may get in check
You know the king came to protect
It's Queen City, bitch, we aim at the rest, nigga

Uh, say
La-da-da-da-da-da
Know my niggas outside, I
Outside, outside, I
Outside, outside, I— (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
La-da-da-da-da-da
Know my niggas gon' ride out (Yeah, uh)
Ride out, ride out (Yeah)
Outside, outside now (Yeah)

I'm outside lookin' like a bitch future baby father
I get a lot of dollars, Guap gettin' guala, guala (It's a check)
Passion fruit and guava like mimosas, I'ma swallow
Young models and bitches old as Nelly Furtado (Huh)
South Africa like I do Amapiano
Dark skin women got me sinnin' big, I'ma be honest (Chocolate)
Meet 'em in my whip, crib, bed, and lobbies (What?)
Twitter, YouTube, TikTok, and Gram comments (On the internet)
The world so cold, but all my kicks heat
Give a bitch the cold shoulder and never the cold feet (It's cold)
I'm the locksmith in the Matrix with all the gold keys
Even the one can't go through the door without me (Hahaha)
Keep my business straight like the line from a crease
Came out the cave to eat 'cause the lion been sleep (Haha)
Twin Glocks out the box, got Siamese piece
Bitch, I'm O-U-T-S-I-D-E (Outside)
The penis pop when I talk, if we ain't poppin', who poppin'?
I know her man follow me, I ain't bother to block him
I got an open mind, still make a bitch come and part it
Dopest artist carve it open, Oakland to Charlotte (Huh?)
Used to steal out of Walmart, now I know the Target
Go to Target, fixed in the land of the broken artist (Broke)
Broke records, broke hearts, and been brokenhearted (Huh?)
Outside for my niggas who dead and soul departed, like

La-da-da-da-da-da
Know my niggas outside, I
Outside, outside, I
Outside, outside, I— (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
La-da-da-da-da-da
Know my niggas gon' ride out
Ride out, ride out
Outside, outside now