Outside - Thiswae, Mozzy

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

Fettuccini fetching, mozzarella fella

Duffle bag, quarter million cash, tryna tell em

We grind together, shine together, homicide together

Ratted when they caught you

Like you’d rather do the time together

Sat it down briefly

Gave me time to get my mind together

Taking down amigo information, putting lines together

Should’ve took advantage

I was broke and would’ve whatever

Do it for my jurisdiction

That’s who niggas tryna better

I don’t even tuck the chain

Bet you niggas try it never

He accomplice in the sting

Bet you niggas die together

Really outside for the doughy

Like never mind the weather

I be getting sick without slime

I need a pint or better

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

Outside, I don’t be cooped up in that condo

Durk who, in the streets I’m John Doe

Money every week

I’m sending money off to Dede, Zoo, and Rondo

Even with this status that I got, I keep the glizzy cocked

You don’t dance, well this your chance

Bullets make you milly rock

I’m a Muslim with this pole

I be getting busy, ahk

Taking trips up on the highway, hope the narcs don’t try and stop me

I’m a high speed, what’s going, they would try to pop me

Ever heard that Mac sound

on your background

Then you hear that clack sound

Niggas out here scheming

In the trenches with the demons

And if I say it that I mean it

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

I caught a couple licks outside

I turned crip outside

I was taught to spray the whole strip if ain’t no kids outside

If niggas couldn’t find a kitchen, water whipped it outside

I’m lying, just need a stove and I could fix about 9

I learned to fight outside

They took my bike outside

Whatever in the game get robbed, if you shoot dice outside

Chicken wings and fried rice, I broke outside

Fuck with these niggas, I tried

In love with these bitches, I lied

I slide like I’m on roller skates

I hear you rapping 'bout drugs, don’t know how coke would taste

Jealous niggas supposed to hate

Ain’t get a chance to re-up, fuck it, I sold 'em shake

16 shots, Kobe rookie year, you holding 8

Eastside

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely

Go getter, I be outside

Fuck the weather, I be outside

I keep a couple bands on me

I had to get em by my lonely