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letra de been outside - kayglo

[intro]
yeah, n-gga, glo
glo
put yo’ hands up, get on the floor
n-gga, you know what the f-ck we do

[verse]
everyday putting on drip, glock .40 on the hip
pull up on all the opps like kay flock
n-gga, you bet not run or trip
b-tch ass n-gga know we j.o.g
won’t shoot out the v, we gon’ get out the whip
we caught a opp down bad, bro get on his ass
got low and he emptied the clip
n-gga, since my big bro died
me and them murders, we been outside
brodie gon’ bait ’em
tell ’em to pull on the k, then hit the car up the fye
telling these hoes ’bout murdering mе
what the f-ck did he think, n-gga had to be friеd
threw back a 10 last night
went to sleep on my b-tch, ain’t f-ck, i was way too high
twin right here on my side
twin right here on my side, you play you die
used to ride ’round in them kia’s without no key
tryna bake a n-gga like a pie
put that sh-t on everyday, yeah i love to get fly
n-ggas mad and now i know why
b-tch told me she was pregnant, she wasn’t even pregnant
whole time i was telling a lie
smoking on nun’ but some
smoking on nun’ but gas
i caught a opp broad day
hit his ass with the drac’, h-ll naw, he ain’t getting no pass
twin he was mad at me on that one drill
said i had let the switch off too fast
no cap, i can ride through this b-tch smooth
let a window drop, shoot right through the glass
n-gga be thinking he safe riding ’round in his b-tch whip
see if that hoe get flipped
won’t never leave the bl!ck
even with my mama, that .40 be right on the hip
keep rapping ’bout bro in a song
come through with a .62, hit his dumb ass in the lip
brand new glock
you know it came with a b-tton, a 50, a beam and a grip
we be in the hood everyday, bro still getting off work
we here by the dumpster, n-gga
soon as we get that lo’, lil’ bro ‘nem go
my murders gone hunt you, n-gga
shooting and they ain’t shoot back
and they just be running, it be a whole bunch of n-ggas
keep on speaking on bro and we dressing you up
like you going to a luncheon, n-gga
this sh-t be easy

know i be high as the f-ck
don’t ask what’s in my cup n-gga, call me weezy
young n-gga need them bucks
i’m tryna be two million up like i know peezy
unc locked down for a body
ain’t k!ll n0body, he in that b-tch for no reason
jump out the [?], they get to squeezing

[outro]
jump out the [?], they get to squeezing

- kayglo

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