Trucarr – Outside Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy

[Chorus]
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just f*cked a nigga bitch, I ain’t gon’ lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can’t do, can’t go broke
I can’t chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can’t fold
Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1]
I can’t trust shit, it be like f*ck shit
Only want the real, no assumptions
If you f*ck with me, show me somethin’
Who was there for me, I had nothin’
Look, bitch, I’m from the struggle, I ain’t gotta flex, uh, yeah
Bitch, I want some cash, I don’t want no sex, uh, yeah
If it ain’t ’bout no money, I don’t wanna text, uh, shit
If you ain’t come direct, you ain’t come correct
Ayy, look, I be outside while you in the room, uh
One sec’ you think you good, then boom, uh
Cold nigga in the winter, hot in June, uh
Keep the p*ssy, told her I’ll hit it soon, ayy, uh
I can tell in your eyes you a fraud, uh, yeah
You the type of person play it off, uh
My pops, he was never just involved, uh, yeah, yeah
Guess my mama raised me a dawg, ayy

[Chorus]
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just f*cked a nigga bitch, I ain’t gon’ lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes

Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can’t do, can’t go broke
I can’t chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can’t fold
Ah, ah, ah

[Post-Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2]
Well look, I can’t f*ck with snakes, so case closed, jugg, huh
Pesos, bankrolls, bagels good, huh
I go, they go, we go, hood, huh
This bitch, that bitch, let her choose up, ayy, huh
It’s a fair game, huh, no need to explain, huh
Shit, the way I be on they necks, I’m like a neck brace, huh
I just f*cked somebody bitch, might drop a sextape, huh
Free my niggas outta jail, I hope they escape

[Chorus]
You be in the crib, I be outside
I just f*cked a nigga bitch, I ain’t gon’ lie
I can tell if people real if I look in your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
One thing I can’t do, can’t go broke
I can’t chase no bitch, I chase goals
I gotta keep this shit a hundred, I can’t fold
Ah, ah, ah

[Post-Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

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