Nobody Outside

[Verse 1: DudeyLo]
All the opps linkin’ up trying to diss on the guys
And we spinnin’ nobody outside
Oh I think they right there, I tell brodie rewind
Like we can’t let ‘em get off this block
6 deep on the hunt, we got on a bus
No Rosa Parks, we gon sit where we want
Niggas dying, mommas crying
Like, I know they missing they sons
Like, I was outside every day taking risks
Like, I heard they pulled up with no grip
Ah, I heard they went home with no friend
Ah, Woo Lotti can’t come back again

[Verse 2: BBG Steppaa]
BigHead crashed mix him the Hyatt
Hec was up in that car man hе not dead
They saying they got thе drop, I am not scared
Free the whole set they got Pack and they got Fed
I hit his neck maybe back but not legs
Don’t play when we creep through the West cause I want the whole side dead
We gone teach his ass a lesson for dissin’ on our dead
Lil Dudey, Roscoe & Bloodie tryna clap on the Flocks
And that rapper that rep em’ the most heard he jacking the opps
And these niggas my brothers, if it’s fuck what you jackin, it’s shot
And if he a Munn, we pluck him another Jack in The Box
Can’t catch him, we killing his brother or we wacking his pops
And he a fake crip put him under stop jacking the Wvttz
That nigga my kid, I’ma son him but if he lacking we got him
Roll him up with the paper and grabba

[Verse 3: BLOODIE]
Other side all victims they always gettin’ hurt
Lotti, he mad that his mans in the dirt
He supposed to get signed, he got put in a hearse
Mama love crying, now she wearing that shirt
Bad bitch let me pull on her skirt
Fat ass, ride the dick like she twerk
Like I keep fucking it after she squirt
Like I keep fucking till that bitch make me burst
Bow, I’ma creep in the park
Bow Bow, I’ma put it in park
Bow, cause I love how it spark
Cause everything dead when they see us in the dark

[Verse 4: Dudeylo]
Ahh Ahh, that’s the sound that you heard
Big gun make him fly he could see all the birds
When I’m tappin my face yeah I’m talking about Kurt
Fuck Matt, nigga went out the worst
BBG came with them demons, I came with goblins
It’s a problem, you know we gon’ solve it
Like, call the plug, they’re like, “What’s on the market”
Put the dot to his head like a dolphin

[Verse 5: BBG Steppaa]
Lil Shark had died from a shot to his biscuit
Come and slide in that, ride on the guys I’ma flip it
And y’all lil niggas hiding, Bizzle tryna split shit
How y’all dropping pistols on a mission
Hell no this ain’t no nine, I could handle big shit
His location he dropped it on live he won’t make it to Christmas
Bang at him brodie a slob nigga we on some crip shit
Only do facial and he survive he gon need a dentist
We heard they spun two times in a week
I got my gun, is you dumb, ain’t no running from me
Bro gave him one, bullets punching the seats
When I come better dump or you done ona G
Oh, he left his shit dumping, engine run with the key
Know we boutta have fun, bro the Munn or the V
Spot a nigga, hit his pumpkin, we ain’t touching his feet
Put a hallow in his muffin, another dummy deceased