[ Hook: Travis Scott ]
All my n***as outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
[ Verse 1: Travis Scott ]
We been hangin' outside, goin' in
Outside not goin' in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checkin' out, never checkin' in
We been outside, not goin' in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me
Cause just last week I rest in peace'd a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes
Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor
Off the lean, it's always better off the lean
[ Hook: Travis Scott ]
All my n***as outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
[ Verse 2: Alec Gomez ]
Young flex king b**h I put on for the south
Your girl can't answer she got dick up in her mouth
She quite busy at the moment call back later
But I doubt she gonna answer cause she know you just a hater
I'm just
Rappin' and trappin' I'm gettin' the bands
Count up the money it fill up my hands
When I walk in they all know I'm the man
Don't pay me later I need the advance
I don't walk the walk b**h I run it like a marathon
b**h I'm f**ing perfect the embodiment of paragon
Plus I got a b**h that look like she straight out the Amazon
And I'm tryna build a kingdom something like Babylon
Yeah
My homies outside we not goin' in
Gang sh** from the sunset to the mornin'
Pull up in a foreign fill that b**h up with some foreigns
Yeah yeah
Bout to run the bands up
Betters watch your manners
Or I go Hulk like my name was Bruce Banner
Pull up with them saveges we all got hammers
White b**h, blonde hair, look like Hannah
Everytime I f** it's five b**hes that's standard
[ Hook: Travis Scott ]
All my n***as outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
[ Verse 3: 21 Savage ]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my n***as outside, pillow talkin' sneak dissin'
Get a n***a jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired
Young Savage get a n***a whacked cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy
All my n***as in the field
I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we k**in' sh** for real
10 bad b**hes, s**in dick and eatin' pills
And I keep that Tommy n***a, and I ain't talkin' Hil
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
b**h, I know your baby daddy probably wanna k**
I'm a real n***a, f** n***as can't feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skurt, skurt, skurt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt
I just copped that Bentley truck I skurt, skurt, skurt
b**h, I'm outside on the percs, percs, percs
[ Hook: Travis Scott ]
All my n***as outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in