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letra de on the outside - toxiplays & medgun

[verse: toxiplays, medgun, both]
these n-ggas (uh), they ain’t never had reason to try me (no, trench boy)
’cause they know as soon as i blow, they carcass gon’ come to light, kamikaze (grrah!)
shot fl!cks out the trenches with millions of dollars, i feel like zucker (ha)
ain’t even gon’ waste a strap on the n-gga, i throw a punch to match that sucker, like (like)
they say that i’m rude, but don’t you copy? (right?)
then tryna wonder why i act how i act, what’d you expect from toxi? (what?)
off narcotics literally (‘ly), it’s word to d just how i lock it (ha, lock it)
if it give me the life i live right now (ayy, ayy), i promise you that i ain’t ever stoppin’ (ayy, ayy), i’m gone
while you talkin’ that mess, y’all boys is shot
they just scream when i walk in the spot
walk in the spot and i keep me a knoc
just in case i’ma catch me a opp
baow-baow-baow, i’m lettin’ it off (grraow)
don’t forget that you lettin’ off none (grraow)
talkin’ that mess, you get sent to the sun (uh)
always forget that i’m keepin’ my gun (what?)
like what? like what?
keep me a gun ’cause i’m sendin’ ’em up (grrt, ayy)
my n-gga, i’m gas and big stepper, so promise you i’m on the gas, i ain’t lettin’ it up (i ain’t lettin’ it up)
he tried for my shot and throw shots whenever he can, sorry that i ain’t carin’ enough (nah-na-nah)
i handle my beefs like men do—been himma (ayy), so can you handle it rough? (ayy, ayy)
back-to-back, i’m living this time
glock-19? that ain’t my type
no matter where i go, i keep that pipe
talk on us, you losin’ your life
all these dead opps, yeah, they high like a kite
but i’m fly like a kite, got a reason to fight
all these opps, they mention my deads
so i mention they deads, all you see is read (grrah!)
back-to-back, that’s how we be tonight (ayy), i’m who they keen to like (ayy, yes)
look into the ball for you—are you gon’ survive us? like rf, i’m seein’ “nein” (nah)
only make a scene if n-ggas want the beam but, mostly, i keep it clean
unlike them n-ggas (uh); ironic, they softer than sponges (ayy)—i don’t know what it mean, alright? (uh)
i gave you the game just to take it away, what em wishes he could do (for “forever”)
remove your face with the glock, might ruin the function just how i’ll be taintin’ you (hahahaha)
my n-ggas know i’m the dawg, they tell me, “tox, uh, there ain’t no tamin’ you” (wow)
and i don’t play either, find out that heaven reserved a lane for you (grrt)
they reserved a lane for you (grrt, baow), you just died, what a shame for you (grrah, grrah, boom!)
you screamed, “help”, but no one came for you
yeah, my job, it’s just made to do (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
got a glock and i ain’t afraid to use (grrah, grrah)
if you talk, i’m afraid for you (everything gang)
you a gangsta, but i ain’t ‘fraid of you (everything gang)
my gun got me a milli’ views (ayy, ayy, grrah-grrah)
i ain’t done, shootin’ my gun
you talk mess, you get beat with a stick (grraow)
everywhere, i keep my bl!ck (ow), everywhere, i meet my clique (ayy, ayy)
everywhere i go, i cl!ck (yeah)
why you talkin’? you got lined by a… (shh)
talkin’ that mess, you get beat by 12
talkin’ that mess and i’m ringin’ your bell
ring a bell, that’s what my name do (yeah)
don’t try it ’cause it’ll get shameful (yeah, grrt)
think you tough and down with the clique—n-gga, ain’t no n-gga finna claim you (ain’t n0body finna claim you)
see, there’s a difference between us: you do it for fun, but me, n-gga, i was made to (that’s just me)
bring shame to these n-ggas, see we out controllin’ and they wanna “player two” (grrah)
stop talkin’ hot on the beats ‘fore your heartbeat gets stopped (facts)
love from california (yeah), guess my destiny was to pop (2pac; california)
i stuck around with the .9s and i don’t plan to stop (ayy, ayy, yeah)
ask who want the smoke? (ha) get a hashtag tryna spin the block (grrt, ah-ah-ah)
ask calvin, we steady posted on the outside (ah-ah, ah-ah, the outside)
and i couldn’t be losin’ as much as i’m cruisin’ (show you what it feels like; nah)
i’m poppin’ now, and it’s about time (now i’m on the outside; ha)
i used to be in the trenches, out my mouth was “why?” (oh, my; why?)
i guess our n-ggas came a long way from bein’ single tryna count dimes, huh? (we did everything right, now i’m on the outside; facts, dimes)
[outro: toxiplays, medgun]
(though you give me no reason)
huh? hehe
hehe, it’s tox
i ain’t even gotta say my name, you already know the name
grrah, boom
(you’re holdin’ on)
(myself was never enough for me)

- toxiplays medgun

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