Take It Outside - Supa Bwe, Robb Bank$

I’ma die in these streets if I don’t get it right!

They told me, «take it outside!»

I ain’t going, boy!

(going boy)

You just tellin' stories, you ain’t 'bout that life!

You ain’t 'bout that life, you going overboard!

(yeah!)

Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!)

Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!)

Make me tuck and roll you (yeah!)

Burn a lot of gas (yeah!)

Burn a lot of oil!

(yeah!)

Burn a lot of cash (yeah!)

My new bitch so spoiled (yeah!)

Boy, we in your ass!

(yeah!)

Do you dirty, soil (yeah!)

LOL catch me outside, uh

And these bananas is rotten, uh

Run up, you losing your life, uh

Boy, I hate being alive, uh

Still trading hoes with the guys, uh

See all this hate in my eyes, uh

In the club with a handful of dimes (uh!)

When you broke, gotta wait in the line, uh

I feel like Supa Bwe Prime, fuck

Do the crime, do the time, fuck

You ain’t done shit all your life, fuck

Bet that you tell on your guys

Fuck my life, they say I’m hard like lead pipe

Treat her right, her head right, my bread right

I’ma die in these streets if I don’t get it right!

They told me, «take it outside!»

I ain’t going, boy!

(yeah!)

You just tellin' stories, you ain’t 'bout that life!

You ain’t 'bout that life, you going overboard!

(yeah!)

Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!)

Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!)

Make me tuck and roll you (yeah!)

Burn a lot of gas (yeah!)

Burn a lot of oil!

(yeah!)

Burn a lot of cash (yeah!)

My new bitch so spoiled (yeah!)

Boy, we in your ass!

(yeah!)

Do you dirty, soil (yeah!)

They told me, «take it outside!»

I ain’t going, boy

Columbine, how I’m bowling, boy

I bet you’re triggered by that line, got me rolling, boy (whoa!)

Homicide on myself

Just to silence all the demons stuck inside of myself

I get high by myself

Chase that life by myself

I’ma die by myself

Chill the fuck out, let me cry by myself

Maybe it’s me, I’ve stopped lying to myself

(what?)

Everybody else (who?)

Everyone else (yeah!)

Everyone else (yeah!)

What it is, hoe (bet!)

What his hands fo'?

(bet!)

boy, pull up in a Benzo

Suck that dick, hoe

Stack them chips, hoe

I’m on my shit, bro

Talkin', you get clipped, bro

Umbrella came in the Rover

I get the drip from my walk

I feel like Dex with the walk

Dee-Dee's Laboratory, my hoe

These niggas cat daddy flex, rolling on X

I’m finna text her, went first class to the jet

Then, I got neck, Femto bless her

I ain’t finna give her no sex

Ain’t no lick, I caress her

Said I ain’t no rapper, and my fit dapper