Back Outside Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh?
Okay, what, alright, okay, yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, okay, yeah (Why?)
Huh?
Okay, what, alright, okay, yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, okay, yeah (Why?)
I'm a southside bitch to the grave, I'm a real ass bitch to the tomb
Million dollar convos on Zoom, get wet I don't gotta use lube
You a friendly ass bitch, I'm rude
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
Pop Percs all day you burnt, big bags on me I'm turnt
Big bands on me I'm hell, outta ten I done broke the scale
Outta ten I'ma give 'em a five, on the 20 I swerve and it glide
Is you telling the business or riding?
Let him in and he slipping and sliding
Pull up too fine I'm that
Bitch you been broke, no had
Oh you been burnt no cap
I'm turnt I don't need rap
Can't argue with a bitch that's hating
Been begging for pussy, he waiting
He need it, know NiNi the reason he breathing (Yeah)
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah
I'm a southside bitch to the grave, I'm a real ass bitch to the tomb
Million dollar convos on Zoom, get wet I don't gotta use lube
You a friendly ass bitch, I'm rude
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
(Yeah, yeah, Big Latto, yeah)
Walked in, young bitch I'm turnt
Got auntie hating, she burnt
Hoes talk who wore what first
They don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse
Stop worrying 'bout the shit they type
'Cause the same hoes see me and slurp
I'm a southside bitch to the grave
I'm a southside bitch to the hearse
(Whoo, skrt!) Hop out the G-Wag, hop out the vert
M's off brand deals, M's off merch
Got a bitch driveway looking like Hertz
(Skrt, skrt) I don't know how to sing but I'm her
I been tryna make my nigga quit serve
Now he tryna ring me like chirp
I'm a real ass bitch can't fold
I don't even do my own damn laundry
I don't even play like that, count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani
And they saying that I rap my ass off, turn around like I can't tell
Oh well, lord forgive me I'm givin' 'em hell (Tuh!)
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah
I'm a southside bitch to the grave, I'm a real ass bitch to the tomb
Million dollar convos on Zoom, get wet I don't gotta use lube
You a friendly ass bitch, I'm rude
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
Million dollar convos on Zoom, get wet I don't gotta use lube
You a friendly ass bitch, I'm rude
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
Pop Percs all day you burnt, big bags on me I'm turnt
Big bands on me I'm hell, outta ten I done broke the scale
Outta ten I'ma give 'em a five, on the 20 I swerve and it glide
Is you telling the business or riding?
Let him in and he slipping and sliding
Pull up too fine I'm that
Bitch you been broke, no had
Oh you been burnt no cap
I'm turnt I don't need rap
Can't argue with a bitch that's hating
Been begging for pussy, he waiting
He need it, know NiNi the reason he breathing (Yeah)
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah
I'm a southside bitch to the grave, I'm a real ass bitch to the tomb
Million dollar convos on Zoom, get wet I don't gotta use lube
You a friendly ass bitch, I'm rude
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
(Yeah, yeah, Big Latto, yeah)
Walked in, young bitch I'm turnt
Got auntie hating, she burnt
Hoes talk who wore what first
They don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse
Stop worrying 'bout the shit they type
'Cause the same hoes see me and slurp
I'm a southside bitch to the grave
I'm a southside bitch to the hearse
(Whoo, skrt!) Hop out the G-Wag, hop out the vert
M's off brand deals, M's off merch
Got a bitch driveway looking like Hertz
(Skrt, skrt) I don't know how to sing but I'm her
I been tryna make my nigga quit serve
Now he tryna ring me like chirp
I'm a real ass bitch can't fold
I don't even do my own damn laundry
I don't even play like that, count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani
And they saying that I rap my ass off, turn around like I can't tell
Oh well, lord forgive me I'm givin' 'em hell (Tuh!)
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah
I'm a southside bitch to the grave, I'm a real ass bitch to the tomb
Million dollar convos on Zoom, get wet I don't gotta use lube
You a friendly ass bitch, I'm rude
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
