Out There

[Intro]
Un-huh (Un-huh)
Nigga what the fucks up (What the fucks up)
Brim Boy (Brim Boy)
Fuck you niggas (Fuck you niggas)

[Verse 1]
I was out there, I was really out there
In the night air, posted in my Nike airs
Life's a bitch my nigga I know
R.I.P Duke and D Boy, I miss my lil bros
Bobbino almost home from doing 15
I just 5 and a half on a six speed
Federal pen, wit them nigga bout that knife play
Get ya jaw checked, watch what the fuck you say
Aye
I be laid back like a lawn chair
Just know if I come through there, I ain't shooting in the air
Nigga ask your big homies if I'm official
57 Garfield, one of the originals
I wish it could go back to how it use to
But it can't, cuz we all got different views
My old homies all run with new crews
You damn right nigga, I'm actin' brand new

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Yеa
They be showin' fake lovе to a nigga
On the inside I'm laughin', I see through niggas
Aye them clowns don't like to see you winning
Niggas actin' like women, nigga get out your feelings
Every day me and my niggs, man we hustle hard
Tryin' to see who can pull out the cleanest car
Now a days everybody claim they real nigga
Lames be tryin' too hard, I don't deal wit 'em
I was 16, toking guns bigger than me
And had more money than your fucking daddy
I spit facts, nigga check my carfax
If I'm a bitch, why nobody ain't ran up on me yet
Quit playin' ya'll know I shoot shit homie
B-B-F, forever Brim Boy homie
Quit playin', you know I shoot shit homie
B-B-F, forever Brim Boy homie