Lyrical Breakdown of Outside (100 MPH) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Dream Chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (brrt) I woke up, I made a mill', said, "Fuck it," then rented the mall (let's go) If life's a bitch, I'm havin' my way with that shit, and I'm hittin' it raw (havin' it) Ain't none of y'all niggas gettin' none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs With a brand new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop' in the hood (ride on a chop) Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as fuck and the top real good (pretty as fuck) Call Ern, I ain't even want him to wild, he shot up the hood Y'all niggas be payin' them hitters for real, y'all not any good (y'all niggas is pussy) Green faced AP, cost me four-fifty, we don't see y'all ass I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all chеst She gotta move real careful, license to operate, you should see her texts Name still poppin' up, planes, I'll pop in 'em Y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best I just came out, back outside, now all the baddies back outside Fuck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die I been ballin' so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pie She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that Tell her take her time (take your time) They really love it, but I get with so many hunnies, can't make her mine Yeah, she said, "Meek, come fuck me rough" And I was tryna break her spine (let's get it) Knowin' this lil' bitch fucked my dawg And I can't make her mine (make her mine) Outside, outside, outside, outside I just popped out, came back outside Outside, outside, outside, outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway) We outside with it (we outside) Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it (die) I been keepin' a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless) Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (today) I put mics all in they face for all my young niggas passed away (away) Yeah, I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am) Y'all niggas only with keepin' up hoes Y'all givin' that cash away (yeah), okay, okay Okay, okay Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Okay, okay "He hasn't slept in probably seven days" Go AP like a brick (a bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (she bad) Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin' them sticks (brrt) My dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't) Start ballin' like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and Bs on my list (yeah) And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah) Every bitch that I be fuckin' get Rollies for reals, like pardon my bitch (yeah) She looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin' it, she tryna start up some shit (yeah) Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, gettin' top with my hand on her Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walkin' and talkin' my shit, yeah Niggas can't see me, we totin' them chops (niggas ain't see us) Yeah, I had dreams of murderin' opps, rippin' them demons and burnin' them blocks They couldn't believe it, I'm turnin' the blocks, yeah (yeah) Back in them trenches again (we back) Totin' extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him (brrt) We open it up (open it), open it up (open it) I fuck from the back while I'm chokin' her up (chokin' it) .223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no gettin' up No gettin' up (no gettin'), no gettin' up (no gettin') Drippin' on niggas, they soakin' it up (soakin') Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a fuck if it's pokin' or what What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?