Riley Hough - Outside Lyrics

1, 2, 3 motherf*ckers just slide
Right in, I work hard, I ain't got no free ride
If you got a problem with me we can take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Ride right in real smooth on my bike
Come in real clean with the points like spike
If you got a problem with me we can bring it to the mic
Bring it to the mic, yo, gimme the mic what's up

Brass balls like the synths on my new shit
So I don't wanna hear none that why don't you quit
Cause I've been working more than most
And with this music that I pimp, gimme reason to boast, yeah
They say my sound, it's in a gray area
That's why I'm west coast and now the Bay Area
They say this new Riley Hough is so different
Maybe cause I f*ck with myself, it ain't your business
Bring the funk back, let that bump back
I used to be depressed, now I bring the fun back
Everybody got opinions, some valid, some whack
I'm Red Foreman, don't need no motherf*ckin dumbass
Put my foot on the pedal
Cause Imma get a milli for no less I will settle
Why everybody gotta mettle
The mystery of what I write must be so f*cking incredible

Many disadvantages attending university
Nobody wants your talents to expand universally
But one day outta nowhere, it occurred to me
It's only my job to make sure y'all have heard of me
Riley Maxted
Took that credit card, I ain't worried if I maxed it
Every bit of software for this hardcore
Ethic that I found after playing my guitar more
These licks that I play be the Pac to my Dre
And my rough voice man, mmm the .Paak to my Dre
And now I'm back here to stay don't get it twisted
I'm bringing more classics since y'all insisted
Yeah y'all be wondering how I'm so versatile
Maybe you'd learn if you heard me spit a verse a while
It's calisthenics man, theatrics I rehearse a while
Beat game Tony Soprano, they should've put me on murder trial

Y'all ain't ready put your motherf*ckin hands up
Imma need y'all to motherf*ckin stand up
This shit's boutta drop in 3, 2