Out Here

[Chorus: Keziah]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here
Pulling up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much, we out here
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here
Pulling up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much, we out here

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I got certified hitters on my left (Too many)
They be ready if I give them one breath (Ayy)
And I got killers talking business on my right (Yeah, yeah), right
End him on sight (Eetswa)
I'm just in the back tryna catch that Louchie (Where they at)
My crew stack 'cause we end up with crudy (No way)
I'm still Melbourne, I'm still Gucci
Gordy got a dookie like the one from the movies
Wait until I start booting (Bah, bah)
Cunts in the head 'til they start hearing music
Tell me who's bad (Who), tell me who's boujee (Nah)
Tell 'em that's me, only one with the acoustic
I'm just cruising opp block (Ayy)
Who you doing dirty? Cuzzy, you a flop (Yeah, yeah)
Ask YJ if they know about Qwop
And I'm still out here on the road like ROPS, pussy

[Chorus: Keziah]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here
Pulling up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much, we out here
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here
Pulling up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much, we out here

[Verse 2]
I got Hoolen counting fifties in different cities
And a foreign when it's foreign and we getting tipsy
Got gears (Who) sorting out beers (Fucking oath)
Flipping that profit, chopping up blipe
If you want to chop tree, catch V in the T
He's begging that P, 20 flat every week
That's (Bah, bah) hard work labour from medicine flavours
Yeah, to see the paper, then ask for favours (Huh)
And I reminisce (Ayy) when I had none of this (Had nothing)
Nothing but counterfit
Now we living in designer, all the fat steaks at the diner (Ran with)
Name a crew who's finer

[Verse 3]
Name a crew who's finer
Better than ever, you know my G's make fire (Gang shit)
Clubs want to hire, four deep in the Hilux
Pull up to the block, yeah, we got it on lock
Any opp get bopped (Fucking oath)
Fresh up on the scene and we're coming in clean
And if they want to bar up, then we bring in the machine (All day)
I can tell you how it goes, I do anything for bros
Clock it back loaded, hey, do you want to do both?
And I be on the road ever since early
And if you didn't know, I'm poppin' it like sherly (Pop that)
Gripping that steel if they try to do me dirty (Nah, nah)
Kick you in the face in case they try to turn us

[Verse 4: Keziah]
Go off, you go up and down
My day no turning 'round
We no want that money now
They were second guessing when they love me now
They wanna know
They wanna know
They wanna know about it
Keeping it a hundred, don't know how to fall back
This is how you do it, I say on my, on my on my, on my
Oh, no Young Thug ting but I'm bad, bad, bad
Here we got them talking, all they mad, mad, mad
But I just wanna know, wanna know what you know about it

[Chorus: Keziah]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here
Pulling up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much, we out here
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here
Pulling up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much, we out here