Murda - Outside Remix lyrics

[ Hook: Travis Scott ] All my n***as outside Ain't goin' in We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in [ Verse 1: Travis Scott ] We been hangin' outside, goin' in Outside not goin' in Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz Checkin' out, never checkin' in We been outside, not goin' in Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me Cause just last week I rest in peace'd a homie Why you do it? Why you switch up? Was it for the image or for the pictures? You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor Off the lean, it's always better off the lean [ Hook: Travis Scott ] All my n***as outside Ain't goin' in We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in [ Verse 2: Alec Gomez ] Young flex king b**h I put on for the south Your girl can't answer she got dick up in her mouth She quite busy at the moment call back later But I doubt she gonna answer cause she know you just a hater I'm just Rappin' and trappin' I'm gettin' the bands Count up the money it fill up my hands When I walk in they all know I'm the man Don't pay me later I need the advance I don't walk the walk b**h I run it like a marathon b**h I'm f**ing perfect the embodiment of paragon Plus I got a b**h that look like she straight out the Amazon And I'm tryna build a kingdom something like Babylon Yeah My homies outside we not goin' in Gang sh** from the sunset to the mornin' Pull up in a foreign fill that b**h up with some foreigns Yeah yeah Bout to run the bands up Betters watch your manners Or I go Hulk like my name was Bruce Banner Pull up with them saveges we all got hammers White b**h, blonde hair, look like Hannah Everytime I f** it's five b**hes that's standard [ Hook: Travis Scott ] All my n***as outside Ain't goin' in We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in [ Verse 3: 21 Savage ] 21, 21, 21, 21 All my n***as outside, pillow talkin' sneak dissin' Get a n***a jaw wired Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired Young Savage get a n***a whacked cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy All my n***as in the field I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal Slaughter Gang and PDE, we k**in' sh** for real 10 bad b**hes, s**in dick and eatin' pills And I keep that Tommy n***a, and I ain't talkin' Hil And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill b**h, I know your baby daddy probably wanna k** I'm a real n***a, f** n***as can't feel Plus I get inside that bowl and skurt, skurt, skurt Hit it from the back pull up her skirt I just copped that Bentley truck I skurt, skurt, skurt b**h, I'm outside on the percs, percs, percs [ Hook: Travis Scott ] All my n***as outside Ain't goin' in We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in