We Outside chords by D‐Lo

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Verse 1
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Rude Boy Mafia
Nigga
Rude Boy Nigga, Rude Boy Nigga
Got 30 on the Glock,
Dame Lil' with the shot
Man I wish a nigga would boy
I'm with the gang lil' nigga
We don't gang bang nigga
We just bang bang niggas,
what's happenin'
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya
D -Lock, we'll run up on ya
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on ya
I had crack with a Mac
when I was on that corner
Clutchin' on this gun, I feel like Dej Lo
Let a nigga try me, I'm slidin',
I'ma let that thing go
I be fuckin' with some niggas
that don't give a fuck
My rule boys got no heart on mommas,
they'll wet you up
Porgies on my floor
and Fendi belt to hold the 40 up
Big choppers, we can fold them down,
but we fold them up
Niggas be fake like what the
fuck do you mean?
I don't trust them,
can't hold water
Niggas be spillin' the
beans like showbanger
No lie, boy, I've been that nigga
And the niggas in my circle,
I ain't seen nothin' realer
Got a bad bitch and she mad rich,
I think I'm jigger
Free my OG more, that's my nigga
I be beatin' up the block,
Godzilla, real hitter
Thirty -one shots, I'm Reggie Miller
Got thirty on the Glock,
game lil' with the shot
Man, I wish a nigga would, boy
I'm with the gang, lil' nigga,
we don't gang
We just bang -bang niggas,
what's happenin'?
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya
We'll
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on
We'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya
Look, see, I ain't done with this track,
though I got this Mac, though
Had to double back and smack,
bro 30 on the Glock,
stock clip in my pocket
Blow his wig back, click -clack, nigga, pop it
I know some white boys,
a couple felon lines
We can trade pistols, my nigga,
but I ain't sellin' mine
My daughter call me cryin' today,
somebody dine
If they told y 'all we're no gangsta,
then somebody lyin'
The weed that I smoke, it be exotic
Got them wings on my jeans,
that's them Robins
Two chains, two thangs,
plus a n***a Mack
And I wish a n***a would,
like a kitchen cabbie
Ha -ha,
we outside where you n****s at
We gon' pull up and
bounce out in all black
Yeah, boy, we all strapped, like the Navy
I'm squeezin' on this semi
till it's empty, bitch, I'm crazy
Got 30 on the Glock,
Dame Lil' with the shot
Man, I wish a n***a would,
boy I'm with the gang,
lil' n***a,
we don't gang -bang, n***a
We just bang -bang, n****s,
what's happenin'?
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya
When it's funk, we outside,
we'll run up on ya
We'll run up on ya you