Outer Concept - We Out Here ft. RooRooDaMoonMan, Danny G D-Box, The Majedi & J.U.N. (prod. by Danny G D-Box) lyrics

[Verse 1: RooRooDaMoonMan] We out here my n***a we too busy pullin' triggas Got them choppas on deck we some crazy cap peallas We don't cause d**h, we just make them white neighbors fear us We got that crazy swag so them b**h phasers hate us This is O Con boy, straight up blood clot boy Think we playin' run up on your f**in' punk block boy If ya don't got toys then your gonna get played Cause we stay rollin with the motion like you rollin at raves f** a fake b**h, where the real hoes at Show my dick to your b**h & she will blow that Real sh** & never trip I just stay on my grind Just eating on some bomb like I'm dying for some pie Some n***as stare at us, some n***as hate on us To be really honest I just don't give a f** I just be doing me I ain't tryna be Drake I'm RooRooDaMoonMan so I'm over with the wait [Verse 2: Danny G] Click PLOW mutha f**a it's the D in the building Started from the ground up and now we in the ceiling Everybody f**ing with this throw some g's and some millions Out the door grab your four and begin the k**ing This is Outer Concept b*atch get familiar Nah the team more than a gang this familia With a couple of kids that will put the spree in the wheeling To make the b**h drop you gotta get the beat to build up Young D banging loud the realest kid is depicted It's Danny G in the house so ya'll be getting evicted Kick the sickest of the sick sh** simply kicking D-BOX And b**h I'll never drop like a f**ing track from Detox We rock mutha f**a like on and on And we ain't stopping till like four somethin' in the mornin' Forget what you knowin' this the D sound dear And in case you forgot b**h we out here! Out Con [Verse 3: The Majedi] It's Outer Concept b**h you know we out here But if you don't know get the f** out of here Telling me you're sorry damn straight b**h better be Keep your top down you'll get popped like Kennedy I've been going hard since fallopian tubes Come out her sideways and you're getting the boot I'm tired of the f** boys give me a semi to shoot I'm not Biggie Smalls but you can give me the loot Me Jun, D-Box, and of course Roo Roo f**ing these b**hes with the booty like CoCo b**h we loco k** them haters so slow Show these mutha f**as the definition of yolo You just started I'm already on my third lap Next time you go to bed it's gonna be a dirt nap You're all bark no bite you ain't down for the fight Better keep your hands up or else it's goodnight [Verse 4: J.U.N.] We f**ing out here where there's no messing around Not about it move over and hand me hand me the crown Empty empty your pockets and what do you got And I empty mine out I got a dream and a clock Which means I'm watching the time which means I stay on my grind And I be fiendin' for that moment when I'm hitting rewind On that tape that says play, cause we do it all day And we be hitting up that studio till we get Grammys Or until we get money and I be talking 'bout honeys And all the millions of fans yeah the millions that love me Running your mouth we ain't accustomed to hate f**ing around we ain't accustomed to play We talking 'bout the realest I ain't talking beginner If I'm playing Scarface then I'm a natural born k**er We make it big we natural born sinners Man I'm talking 'bout the crew if I'm talking 'bout the illest The mutha f**in' illest out of this world it's Outer Concept b**hes