Back Outside

[Intro]
(Wake up F1LTHY)
Yeah, woah
(My boy Will just killed that)
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

[Chorus]
Back outside, we get it
I can't fuck with nobody, not feeling this shit
We gon' run up a bag, get flexed on
Rock out a show
My pockets on grow
Ass on woah
She rock Balenci'
I match Botega with Chrome Hearts
I moved to the city, took over the scene
I'm with slime now
Don't tell me good luck, you might jinx it
Got caught with the stick and they gave me the pink slip
These are some Rick Owen boots, what the fuck are you thinking?
Get in your bag
Crеated a fantasy
In the hills with amenitiеs
Live my on go
Hot top swag, Rick Owen boots
Perfect timing, rendezvous
Bentley Bentayga, coming soon
Moncler jacket, match her boot

[Verse 1]
Cut up his face, need a band aid
She fell in love, so she started a fan page
Mind goin' crazy, went off on a rampage
You gotta think different, we not in the stone age
Tried these DMs, need angel wings
That boy not evil, he lost in a flex
You ain't 666, put that pussy in check
All my prices went up when I moved to the west
All this show money I get, I just stack, invest
Raise hell
Raise hell
Raise hell, yeah
She wanna watch anime
She call me Naruto
I am the Avatar
No you not poppin' off
Need me a foreign
The bitch think she the best
I told her don't work, you ain't gotta flex
I was down on my back
Did the most for my check

[Outro]
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Back outside
We get it
I can't fuck on nobody not feeling this shit
Nah