Robb Bank$ - OUTSIDE lyrics

Ayy

'Til I'm forty-five thuggin' outside
I'm that, I'm that guy
Tie the soldier rag tight i be in my vibe
Don't fuck up my vibe fuck around and die
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout it

Aloha, I'm in Honolulu, bitch
We're whippin 626
I shoot 556s, got extra clips
She Lilo and I'm Stitch
Krillin throwin' clips at all these
Jit's, I fucked 'round, slipped a disc
Mathematician, pour up one through six
I'm Will Smith with the switch
Ayy, take the ho, I give her back
You know I can't trip off that
Think I won an Oscar the way I
Hit the Tris and won the Act'

Diamond faces scallywag, decorated diplomat
Real sophisticated aristocrat, yeah
You diggin' that? yeah, had a threesome with
Wockeisha and Tristina
I been cheating on Act'
With Quagen Thee Stallion
Scotty, beam me, make sure they see me
Let's lift off man, shoot that nigga, boy
Fuck you and your teardrop (BNYX®)

'Til I'm forty-five thuggin' outside
I'm that, I'm that guy
Tie the soldier rag tight i be in my vibe
Don't fuck up my vibe fuck around and die
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout it

I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
I ain't worried 'bout it
I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
I ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't heard 'bout your team
I ain't heard 'bout it
We ain't heard none of y'all niggas
I ain't worried 'bout it

Matte black in that dually truck slidin' soft
Aim it at your temple, tryna
Take a nigga off, yeah
I been that nigga since I was
Little, tryna knock off your top, yeah
She blow on that dick like
She playin' a fiddle
Tryna suck me out my socks
Ride with me, I'm berserk up in them guts
I made her bow to me
Ride with me, you in love

With me or lust? Baby, don't lie to me
Promethazine codeine with the Tuss'
Gotta get high with me
Ayy, get a pussy nigga actin'
Up, lick it like lunch
We kill a rapper for free
Can't no fuck nigga battle with me, AK
Uh huh it's 430 Deathless, we countin' the
Cheese, bag it up, uh huh
I'm treatin' this bitch like a
Money machine, count that bitch, uh huh
Been ballin', I'm ballin', I got all
The rings, lay it up, ha

'Til I'm forty-five thuggin' outside
I'm that, I'm that guy
Tie the soldier rag tight i be in my vibe
Don't fuck up my vibe fuck around and die
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout it

I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
I ain't worried 'bout it
I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
I ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't heard 'bout your team
I ain't heard 'bout it
We ain't heard none of y'all niggas
I ain't worried 'bout it