Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Outside , by - Vory. Song from the album VORY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Not Outside |
| Know you’re sick and tired to hear the talk around the town about the kid |
| Drip on my jeans, I sure should stop by when you free so you can see it |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Got some niggas in my city tryna dow me and you know they hate to see it |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Too many Perkys in my system got me paranoid, they plottin' on the kid |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Say I don’t go outside unless they talkin' cash talk |
| I don’t go outside unless they talkin' back to |
| Niggas bitter, I got richer, say I’m way too hard to reach |
| I be out the way just like the fuckin' sidewalk |
| They feelin' a way and I can see it |
| Ayy, I catched the wave so they can see |
| I put my Wraith around the block 'cause I don’t want no one to see |
| I never see my opps outside, catch |
| Never ran across a drunken man who told a lie, catch |
| Niggas claim they rich, I be like, «So am I» |
| Fuck around get your ass capped, fuckin' with my BMI |
| Know you’re sick and tired to hear the talk around the town about the kid |
| (Sheesh) |
| Ayy, drip on my jeans, I sure should stop by when you free so you can see it |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Got some niggas in my city tryna dow me and you know they hate to see it |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Too many Perkys in my system got me paranoid, they plottin' on the kid |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Shit, I put down the drank and then I picked up again (Again) |
| I put down them Perkys then I picked 'em up again (Again) |
| I just sent my driver to come scoop you and your friends (Skrr) |
| They just wanna party, they like cocaine, they like Henn' (Yeah) |
| I pulled off some party in the backseat off the Benz (Yeah) |
| They both gettin' naughty, off the Molly once again (Yeah) |
| You feelin' dead but you live for them party once again |
| She was gave to the same streets I was raised in |
| She gave up on love 'cause she ran too impatient |
| Started doin' drugs, I savings |
| Daddy run around, she said her grandma did the raisin' |
| Thank God I saved you, saved |
| Know you’re sick and tired to hear the talk around the town about the kid |
| (Sheesh) |
| Ayy, drip on my jeans, I sure should stop by when you free so you can see it |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Got some niggas in my city tryna dow me and you know they hate to see it |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Too many Perkys in my system got me paranoid, they plottin' on the kid |