Back outside boys They want me outside in that b***h Got my toes in the sand and my lips on a spliff Rude boy, but I’m gentle with your b***h Textiles I got multiple colored prints Sick fit no allergist I got 9 in the clip V6 speaking languages I translate in the whip And my gun was getting lonely So I got my gun a b***h I’m like gunner with the flicks I can shoot you for a pic Lay low, the whole gang know you square Yea my partner need some drip So you know I had to share Pay stubs, if you want credit for the share I’m a ratchet ass nigga With my bonnet, up in here Under played and over looked I hate a rookie that think he on But he really text book In my sleep I can write your best hook If you want fees then I can tax you for the looks Back outside boys They want me outside in that b***h Got my toes in the sand and my lips on a spliff Rude boy, but I’m gentle with your b***h Textiles I got multiple colored prints Sick fit no allergist I got 9 in the clip V6 speaking languages I translate in the whip And my gun was getting lonely So I got my gun a b***h I’m like gunner with the flicks I can shoot you for a pic real outside boys i wear this coat all thru the sweat, had that bros that held me back so shit i had to leave em left, i could tell some things but i keep all my secrets kept, i like cash can’t do credit cards i can’t be debt to nobody pull up in that big body, clean head baby keep it need that sloppy, mr. spitta nice but u can call me papi baby, i only ever had one question in life, who gon stop me ? i live and learn real student, i took a lil what i’m booted, i don’t just talk it just i do it, my girl walk round my crib so much you’d think she live here think she a nudist, i been many things in my life but i never been foolish, oh yea never been stupid, oh yea never been choosing, oh yea never been six foot but these bottega boots might do it, other than that i’m coolin, big chillin real villian, nah really what ceiling ? i write these raps its healing, either u hate it or feel it,