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BackOutsideBoyz Lyrics by Drake Drake
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BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide
Tried to bring the dram' to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes
Breakin' a Brink's truck, my right wrist Van Cleef
I spent days in the East tryna figure if I'm geeked
This bitch tweakin', talked too much while I was geeked, blew my peep
Fuckin' rap niggas' hoes, I'm on the street, this shit sweet
I went half a million on rosé, did four million on my ice
Couple million on my cars, I went Tyson, I'm too nice
Nigga stopped me on the street, wanted to talk, so he asked my price
The number was high as me, I ain't gonna lie
I was fuckin' with this lil' woe, I think she bi
Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back
BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide
Tried to bring the dram' to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes
I don't know nothin' 'bout no crime or no news
I'm an owl, but I'll never tell you who
Wagon when she walk, she get on planes, it take up two
My member just got out, he still on papers, still'll shoot
Shoot, ayy
Still'll shoot
Love on me, stay down just like a root
She a ten tryna rap, it's good on mute, yeah
It's financial, girl, I got the loot, ayy, yeah
For the bands, lil' bae, what you gonna do? Yeah
Tropicana, that shit there the juice, yeah
I'm the president, some Secret Service shit, we down to dump
Yeah, who the president? I never voted once, ayy, yeah
If I did, I would vote Teanna Trump, ayy, yeah
If you play with me, I'm backin' out that one
I treat mil' tickets like a hundred racks
Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back
BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide
Tried to bring the dram' to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes
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