Outside Trippie Redd (Ft. The Kid LAROI, Lil Tjay & Polo G)
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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
Uhm, ah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I been trapped inside, feel like poppin' out
Ain't no stoppin' now, goin' back ain't no option now (Yeah)
New AP, I'm poppin' out, feel like rockin' out (Yeah)
In your bity, I'm in and out
Fuckin' your bitch without a doubt, woah
Yeah, we outside, outside, outside
Bitch, we outside, outside, outside
I'll be standin' in the rain, already cold inside
Brand new Richard Mille Plain, I use my phone to tell the time
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Shopping sprees to clear my mind, let off my stress inside
A light day, spent eleven racks, I just been perfectin' rap
She mad I'm not textin' back, bitch, I'm ballin', just relax
Coolin' with my warriors and wе don't talk, we just attack
.40 cal' got 22 shots, can't go no less than that
Dolo 'cause I'm rеally gangsta, like who gon' question that?
Rockets turn 'em into Harden, glizzy have 'em steppin' back
I told bro 'nem, "Off his top," now his brains just left his head
Yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
Uhm, ah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I been trapped inside, feel like poppin' out
Ain't no stoppin' now, goin' back ain't no option now (Yeah)
New AP, I'm poppin' out, feel like rockin' out (Yeah)
In your bity, I'm in and out
Fuckin' your bitch without a doubt, woah
Yeah, we outside, outside, outside
Bitch, we outside, outside, outside
I'll be standin' in the rain, already cold inside
Brand new Richard Mille Plain, I use my phone to tell the time
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Shopping sprees to clear my mind, let off my stress inside
A light day, spent eleven racks, I just been perfectin' rap
She mad I'm not textin' back, bitch, I'm ballin', just relax
Coolin' with my warriors and wе don't talk, we just attack
.40 cal' got 22 shots, can't go no less than that
Dolo 'cause I'm rеally gangsta, like who gon' question that?
Rockets turn 'em into Harden, glizzy have 'em steppin' back
I told bro 'nem, "Off his top," now his brains just left his head
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