Outy When I Drive/Blamed (feat. Rich The Kid & Yella Beezy, feat. Rich The Kid, Yella Beezy & Sage The Gemini)

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 Everything foreign, nigga
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 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
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 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