Oh, Free outside the fast way
Ate a bat for clout and now we living in our last days
Im feining pussy like I never had none
And im itching for some bitches like I never had one (Woah)
Sip slow live fast die young
Im in a Lambo drive-thru graduation
Im in isolation
And so is the nation
Hair long teeth yellow im a Florida Haitian
Money drugs fresh fits and fornication
In the house ignore my momma like its no relation
I aint did none of my work where the motivation
If she keep texting my momma its gon be an altercation
Mic check mic check got my drank in my hand
Got 5 got 10 going to the dope man
Do you got the virus nigga hit him with the soap hand
Pauly like big show hit em with the choke slam (Bow)
Goons got blicks they gon telescope him
Im wit the gang if you throat me you throat them
You dont wanna f*ck the bros you a Hoe then
Woulda left you at the school if you was looking for a slow dance
I got a wifey I aint looking for no romance
You niggas try to f*ck (F*ck with who?)
But aint got no chance
I aint wit no bitches nigga dis the bros
I know niggas living good and I know niggas upping poles
That your bitch all on my mans tryna take off all her clothes?
Yes or no
Nigga we wanna know
I'm bout the money I ain't keeping niggas close
Im better than all of you niggas and the shit not even close
Paul Mccall - #FreeOutside Lyrics
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Oh, Free outside the fast way
Ate a bat for clout and now we living in our last days
Im feining pussy like I never had none
And im itching for some bitches like I never had one (Woah)
Sip slow live fast die young
Im in a Lambo drive-thru graduation
Im in isolation
And so is the nation
Hair long teeth yellow im a Florida Haitian
Money drugs fresh fits and fornication
In the house ignore my momma like its no relation
I aint did none of my work where the motivation
If she keep texting my momma its gon be an altercation
Mic check mic check got my drank in my hand
Got 5 got 10 going to the dope man
Do you got the virus nigga hit him with the soap hand
Pauly like big show hit em with the choke slam (Bow)
Goons got blicks they gon telescope him
Im wit the gang if you throat me you throat them
You dont wanna f*ck the bros you a Hoe then
Woulda left you at the school if you was looking for a slow dance
I got a wifey I aint looking for no romance
You niggas try to f*ck (F*ck with who?)
But aint got no chance
I aint wit no bitches nigga dis the bros
I know niggas living good and I know niggas upping poles
That your bitch all on my mans tryna take off all her clothes?
Yes or no
Nigga we wanna know
I'm bout the money I ain't keeping niggas close
Im better than all of you niggas and the shit not even close
Ate a bat for clout and now we living in our last days
Im feining pussy like I never had none
And im itching for some bitches like I never had one (Woah)
Sip slow live fast die young
Im in a Lambo drive-thru graduation
Im in isolation
And so is the nation
Hair long teeth yellow im a Florida Haitian
Money drugs fresh fits and fornication
In the house ignore my momma like its no relation
I aint did none of my work where the motivation
If she keep texting my momma its gon be an altercation
Mic check mic check got my drank in my hand
Got 5 got 10 going to the dope man
Do you got the virus nigga hit him with the soap hand
Pauly like big show hit em with the choke slam (Bow)
Goons got blicks they gon telescope him
Im wit the gang if you throat me you throat them
You dont wanna f*ck the bros you a Hoe then
Woulda left you at the school if you was looking for a slow dance
I got a wifey I aint looking for no romance
You niggas try to f*ck (F*ck with who?)
But aint got no chance
I aint wit no bitches nigga dis the bros
I know niggas living good and I know niggas upping poles
That your bitch all on my mans tryna take off all her clothes?
Yes or no
Nigga we wanna know
I'm bout the money I ain't keeping niggas close
Im better than all of you niggas and the shit not even close
Writer: Paul McCall
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