Ayy, ayy, I've been quarantined cause I ain't fuck with niggas anyway Stay your distance, pussy Yeah, stay your distance, pussy First week of that virus, I lost a half a mil' They see who gon' survive and who got hustlin' skills Niggas still outside, they must don't think it's real Count a miss outside, I wanna be in that field My man Dior, your bitch just hit my phone, I just might smash you more Gave her the dick, the best night in her life, what else you askin' for? Touch my chain, I'll crash, of course That's one mission you had to board Thug life, nigga, I'm passionate for it Back outside, can't find the doors 5'6 Lambshaw, 5'6 Cousins Nigga, we back outside, back outside, back outside Nigga, we back outside, chrome heart mirrors, I'm eatin' cherries Nigga, I'm back outside, back outside, back outside Nigga, we back outside, bitch gettin' flewed out ASAP If I like that tap-tap, shippin' lit, it's about that time Let them know you back outside, back outside, back outside Nigga, we back outside, back outside, back outside Nigga, we back outside I don't want no handgun, I need a AK Bust it down, protect, protect, she bust it down Respect, she don't respect no sucker Street shit from my brother, and if you cuff her You had to buy that Chanel bag before you fuck her That's on Coco, everything Gucci, no logo Everything platinum, no promo God, it won't go, my bro know Get it, get it, pack in, no rap money, no back end Thought he was your opp, now you back friends That's how a lamb get done in, dummy I want the money on the front end It's murder on all of my run-ins Twenty thousand square feet, eight-figure cribs All I can live in I'm the type, fall a nigga, bitch, fly out I'm the type, pipe her up, show her life about She the type, wife like, but not really She match my energy She like when I stick the thumb in her butt Don't let her come on a million Flag on the plate, bitch, it's been wildin' out And I'ma wildin' out I got a drum, like I'm Nick Cannon I'm a street nigga, I want a Grammy I'ma be good, workin' my granny Short ass fat, just like a mammy My bitch a job, shot the JT, touchdown to Miami I'm on a ski, two-toned Cuban at 80 apiece Bricks back 40 apiece Doug want 40 a verse Big Berg in a hunt in a purse And we coppin' shit in the recession, nigga Labor tried to give me a new deal for the 20 mil Turn him down Back and forth with the plug, talkin' bout numbers Pack on the hound