Outchea - Plies, Kodak Black

Bih like, like

Bih like, really like, like

Bih like, we like

Really outchea though, like

Like, really, really, like

Like, really outchea though

Yeah!

Boy you know we outchea

Really, really outchea

Ask the city 'bout us, they gon' tell ya

Bih, we outchea

Been jumped off the porch, boy you just now getting outchea

All my niggas hungry, they’ll murk you for a hot meal

Really outchea, they be carjacking, call it car steal

Pulled up in a stolo, so don’t ask me how I got here

85 Cutdog, and my motor heavy

Boy I got a 20 wall and I ain’t go to Kelly

All this goddamn candy paint, yeah, my car is diabetic

Can’t wait 'till I get that .36, call me Jerome Bettis

Outchea gettin' that damn fetty

White girl, no not Katy Perry

Nigga this ain’t no fairytale, I’m outchea boy, you knew already

All my people been outchea

Ain’t have no choice but to get outchea

Better be 'bout ya money

Ain’t got no money, then you ain’t' shit outchea

Boy you know we outchea

Really, really outchea

Ask the city 'bout us, they gon' tell ya

Bih, we outchea

Bitch I’m out here lurkin', bih

Bih, just like the pill man

That liitle pussy be biting, bih

Had me all in Breadaton

Bitch, I wanted that Rollie, bih

Bitch, I dropped like 80 bands

No I can’t be dancing, bih

Bih, got toolie in my pants

Bitch, I was in these streets, bih

Y’all was playing freeze tag

I ain’t ever played no duck, duck, goose

Bitch, I was outchea chasing bags

Bitch, I was at them baby, bih

Bitch, I wanted them 6's, bih

Bitch, you know I been outchea

When we was hollering «Ms.

Cesar», bih

Bitch, I’m worth a city now

Yo little money, juvenile

Bitch, I’m worth too much money

Bitch, I can’t even raw you now

I’ll stand over you, and I’m not talking 'bout them jeans

When I tell you, me and my niggas, we the robbing crew

Boy you know we outchea

Really, really outchea

Ask the city 'bout us, they gon' tell ya

Bih, we outchea