MikeJack3200 - Outside Lyrics

Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a n***a drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when it's really time to ride
Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a n***a drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when it's really time to ride

Aye, aye
See im allergic to see you sucka ni***s
You quick to fold when it get cold so i don't trust you ni***s
The feelings i been feeling lately it's like f**k you ni***s
I got my d**k in your misses but she love you n***a
I love my glock that's my bi**h she keep an extension
I ride a push start whip no keys in ignition
Bi**h you know im road running i stay on a mission
Im feeling like LeBron i make it easy in transition
Before i go broke i get it out a big bi**h
I need my canes chicken bi**ch i need them big strips
You ni***s talk too much but claiming you got stitch lips
You ni***s walk too much but claiming you got big whips
You ni***s poodles all bark no bite ni**a
Its on sight and you don't really wanna fight ni**a
Cause you gonna get left if you don't get right ni**a
See you is a square bear and i don't f**k with your type ni**a
Man i done see so many bodies i done stopped counting
Boy you ain't never seen a body without the chalk around it
You ni***s ain't about no homi tall just talk bout it
Man f**k a ten them killers at you for a few thousand
I fu***d yo bi**h in front of yo kid yea im greasy nigga
An i ain't even had to speak she made it easy ni**a
Im on a disrespectful level please believe me ni**a
Old bird box bi**h you cant see me ni**a

Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a nigga drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when its really time to ride
Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a nigga drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when its really time to ride

Aye
Bi**h stay away from me with all that weak sh*t
Tacoma discount man i don't rock that cheap sh*t
Im running through this green catch me in my cleats bi**h
You ni***s need a Oscar actin bout that street sh*t
Aye
You ni***s kissing on these thooters taking photos
You ni***s ain't about no pimping that's a no no
You ni***s running game backwards that's a no go
And when its really time to ride you a no show
Big sliding in that beamer bumpin streetball
Shoutout to the whole click ni**a i see y'all
Been a grimey lil ni**a since i was knee tall
Im on my Curtis snow sh*t f**k it we ball
Somebody tell basskids this a hit ni**a
Flexing on a punk bi**h im the sh*t ni**a
Big dog you a poodle ima pit ni**a
N****s goofy check the bi**h not the pimp ni**a

Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a nigga drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when its really time to ride
Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a nigga drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when its really time to ride aye