They Out There Video (MV)

It's a Saques track, B.I.T.C.H
Yo
Who said DS2 ain't the shit, niggas
Ha ha ha ha

Oh they outside
They ain't gone like this
I see snakes in the grass
Rats and scalywags in the bushes
They still ain't on the album, no matter what button saques pushes
Y'all niggas on some bullshit
I'm on point like a bullseye
Trying to resuscitate what couldn't die
Say hello to the good guy
Poppin like a Fish fry stay in your lane until I get by
Law abiding citizen till
Them niggas went AWOL, so I switched sides

Can't see me like a lazy, not a goon
You're just a lazy guy
Don't make me prove to your boo, who ain't shit
And make your baby cry

Yeah, Junior sittin' there in Huggies
This lyrical beat down turned ugly
And all daddy and his friends can do is hate
And mean mug me
Was we supposed to sit back
And play dead soldiers like a six-pack
Ignore Saques and pretend
I'm breakin' new ground like a pickaxe
Got lyrics and beats
That I can throw out there like knick-knacks
People know people who can show you
Just what your clique lacks
By popular demand
You're confused, is it return or the debut
My clique is foul like a flagrant two
But the ref just said play through
In the booth again like round two
Coach your ghost writer up like Ty Lue
Ask me again if I'm wicked or slick, dumb nigga
Is the sky blue
Im a have ya favorite rapper seein red fool
But I ain't Piru
Got beef roll up, I'll open that window
Opportunity like Wendy's drive-thru

I know they out there
I ask you, should I cock it back
Or just lock myself up in the hotbox
And keep droppin' raps
I know they out there hatin
Envy make my flesh cold
If just one toe cross over that threshold
I'ma let go
I know they out there
I ask you, should I cock it back
Or just lock myself up in the hotbox
And keep droppin' raps
I know they out there hate and
Envy make my flesh cold
And if just one toe cross over that threshold
I'ma let go

First verse was 16 plus
Bust like a lyrical Smith and Wesson
They hear the tracks and flows
But I got the blinds closed
To leave em second guessing
Can't figure if the slick or wicked one
Migrated to the bay
Born and raised Eastville 37206
Still claim it to this day
You say Saques loud and clear
But mumble every other word
Play it back and on every track
You failed like another L occurred
They outside but I threw em a curve
Like a no disturb sign
Have my cake and eat it too
Like a big girl in a dessert line
I took your mic and that shit had you coal
Fire hot, thought you was on top
But I once, twice, told you why you not
Why you out there plottin
On the next man downfall
We in the hotbox
Plottin' to run the city like town hall
Feel like I can probably run circles all around Y'all
Just tryin' to get these hits
But you say I cross the line like a foul ball
Outside waitin' like I gave invitations
To a masquerade ball
If the engineer don't ever fade
This track will be the only thing to save y'all

I know they out there
I ask you, should I cock it back
Or just lock myself up in the hotbox
And keep droppin' raps
I know they out there hatin
Envy make my flesh cold
If just one toe cross over that threshold
I'ma let go
I know they out there
I ask you, should I cock it back
Or just lock myself up in the hotbox
And keep droppin' raps
I know they out there hate and
Envy make my flesh cold
And if just one toe cross over that threshold
I'ma let go

It's a Sex Track B-Y-A-T-C-H