Outy When I Drive/Blamed
Chris Brown, Rich The Kid, Yella Beezy, Sage the Gemini"Outy When I Drive/Blamed" is a song by Chris Brown, Rich The Kid, Yella Beezy, Sage the Gemini, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 6:21 long and contains 185 lines and 1307 words.
Lyrics
0:02CashMoneyAP
0:04Everything foreign nigga
0:07Ooh
0:11Bougie she tell 'em back back Back back
0:13Runnin' around with the rat pack Huh
0:15That ass too fat tell her back back What
0:16Ain't doing no talkin the choppa got kick back Blat
0:18Ooh ooh
0:19She won't be my boo My boo
0:21I was broke now I got bitches in my coupe Huh
0:24Me and Breezy 50 hoes by the group By the group
0:27That's yo' bitch she told a lie ain't told the truth ooh Ain't told the truth
0:30I get her gone
0:31F**k her once she won't pick up the phone What
0:33I send her home Home
0:34Give me the dome give me the dome
0:36High y high y high
0:37I'ma fly I'ma flatline
0:39Outy when I drive
0:40Bring me up bitch on both sides
0:42Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer
0:44See me I beat it out the line and it'll F**k ya spine up
0:48High y high y high
0:49Yeah baby flatline
0:50Outy when I drive flatline
0:54High y high y high
0:55Yeah baby flatline
0:57Outy when I drive
0:58Bitch on both sides
1:00When I do the dash bitch I swear that they mouth wide
1:04Hunnids countin' cash in a pair of them off whites
1:06You need to bring your ass over here
1:09If your nigga wanna fight bitch come outside
1:12I'm off this Hennessy too many shots
1:13Don't give a F**k
1:14Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent just give me the bottle
1:16Stop thinkin' about it 'til I'm on the floor
1:18Switchin' lanes caught in the paint off the backboard
1:21Ain't no way I'ma change pussy got me goin'
1:24High y high y high
1:25I'ma fly I'ma flatline
1:26Outy when I drive
1:28Bring me up bitch on both sides
1:30Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer
1:33See me I beat it out the line and it'll F**k ya spine up
1:36High y high y high
1:37Yeah baby flatline
1:39Outy when I drive flatline
1:42High y high y high
1:43Yeah baby flatline
1:45Outy when I drive
1:47Bitch on both sides
1:48I say vroom vroom
1:49808s gon' make your body shake
1:50Lookin' boom boom
1:51And when I get you
1:52I'll knock that pussy to the moon moon
1:54If he trippin' grab that Smith
1:55And I'ma knock his brain loose
1:58Do what you do
1:59These hatin' niggas got it bad
2:01Nigga talkin' tough into lil' condo and shot his ass
2:03And if you mention me then you gon' end up in a body bag
2:06Lil' mama I ain't tryna F**k you you ain't got a lot of ass
2:10I need a lot of that yeah yeah
2:12High y high y high
2:13I'ma fly I'ma flatline
2:15Outy when I drive
2:16Bring me up bitch on both sides
2:18Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer
2:20See me I beat it out the line and it'll F**k ya spine up
2:24High y high y high
2:25Yeah baby flatline
2:27Outy when I drive flatline
2:30High y high y high
2:31Yeah baby flatline
2:33Outy when I drive
2:35Bitch on both sides
2:46Your call cannot be completed as dialed
2:48Please check the number and dial again
2:51Or dial 6 1 1
3:10Don't play me to the left no
3:12'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
3:15I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck
3:18And ain't nobody finna bang on me
3:20Ayy I just check my bank account
3:21I'm goin' dumb as F**k
3:23I point her in the right direction
3:24Tell her "Run it up"
3:25I put her in the Louis line
3:27Nigga one to ones
3:28But we don't fight
3:29I take this 40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck
3:31I don't speak much unless it's money so
3:33If they don't know me personal then I don't take it personal
3:36They love you when you wins high let you go How I let you know
3:39But when your wins low they treat you like a Urkel
3:42I learn that family don't always matter Yeah whoa
3:47I send these shots around your dome now you silent Yeah yeah yeah yeah
3:53Ayy I'm just tryna buy me a big place Big place
3:55I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer help me beat the case
3:58I'm just tryna F**k you let you lead the way The way
4:01And if we can't make it to the bed do it on the way
4:04Don't play me to the left no
4:06'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
4:09I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
4:12And ain't nobody finna bang on me
4:14I got your bitch she coming over Woo
4:16She gon' bring her friend too Woo
4:17They gon' pop and bend it over Woo
4:18Like that pussy brand new
4:19Get her an Uber when it's over
4:21F**k that just hop up in the coupe
4:22What you gon' do
4:23'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
4:25If there's a problem I'ma pop up I'ma shoot out the roof
4:27You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you
4:30Ain't throwin' spirals really big bullets and a couple missiles
4:33I hit your bitch up at Friday and I told her to choose
4:35She told me "Yeah we on for the nightcap"
4:38I know your nigga won't like that
4:40Get his cap killed in his life jack'
4:42'Cause I don't take a day off
4:44Hustle like every day is the Playoffs
4:46Damn right we F**kin' winnin'
4:47Don't like me F**k your feelings Feelings
4:49Money up to the ceilin' Ceilin'
4:50Smoke weed I'm up there with it There with it
4:52Like murder make a killin'
4:53See murder for no limit
4:54White people in my business
4:56Black women give me kisses
4:57With all these snitches it ain't safe no more No more
5:00Niggas sayin' names and they showin' up to court Court
5:03I'ma take a shot have one before
5:05Before I light this bitch up and shoot it off the backboard
5:08You got me F**ked up
5:09Don't play me to the left no
5:11'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
5:14I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
5:16And ain't nobody finna bang on me
5:19I got your bitch she coming over Woo
5:20She gon' bring her friend too Woo
5:21They gon' pop and bend it over Woo
5:23Like that pussy brand new
5:24Get her an Uber when it's over
5:25F**k that just hop up in the coupe
5:27What you gon' do
5:28'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
5:29Ooh huh huh huh
5:30I might slide in it Slide in it
5:32I like bad bitches Bad
5:33Bentley 350s Skrrt
5:34I got three with me Ooh
5:35It's a blame game Blame game
5:37Let my chains swang Swang
5:38I don't know her name What
5:40All these hoes the same Yeah
5:41She want Chanel on her Chanel
5:42Birkin bags she was rackin' sale on 'em Ooh
5:44I got the nail on her
5:45F**kin' friends and she think I'ma tell her Ooh
5:46In my coupe I got two
5:47Niggas mad I got the juice
5:48I'ma smash on your boo Smash
5:50I got cash on me too
5:51She won't play me to the left
5:52I'm a rich nigga to death Yeah
5:54She gon' pull up with the neck
5:55Boss up for a check Check
5:57Know he want her
5:58She got red bottoms on her On her
6:00If I F**k her two times she a goner Huh
6:03Don't play me to the left no
6:05'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
6:08I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
6:10And ain't nobody finna bang on me
6:13I got your bitch she coming over Woo
6:14She gon' bring her friend too Woo
6:15They gon' pop and bend it over Woo
6:17Like that pussy brand new
6:18Get her an Uber when it's over
6:19F**k that just hop up in the coupe
6:21What you gon' do
6:21'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
CashMoneyAP Everything foreign nigga Ooh Bougie she tell 'em back back Back back Runnin' around with the rat pack Huh That ass too fat tell her back back What Ain't doing no talkin the choppa got kick back Blat Ooh ooh She won't be my boo My boo I was broke now I got bitches in my coupe Huh Me and Breezy 50 hoes by the group By the group That's yo' bitch she told a lie ain't told the truth ooh Ain't told the truth I get her gone F**k her once she won't pick up the phone What I send her home Home Give me the dome give me the dome High y high y high I'ma fly I'ma flatline Outy when I drive Bring me up bitch on both sides Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer See me I beat it out the line and it'll F**k ya spine up High y high y high Yeah baby flatline Outy when I drive flatline High y high y high Yeah baby flatline Outy when I drive Bitch on both sides When I do the dash bitch I swear that they mouth wide Hunnids countin' cash in a pair of them off whites You need to bring your ass over here If your nigga wanna fight bitch come outside I'm off this Hennessy too many shots Don't give a F**k Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent just give me the bottle Stop thinkin' about it 'til I'm on the floor Switchin' lanes caught in the paint off the backboard Ain't no way I'ma change pussy got me goin' High y high y high I'ma fly I'ma flatline Outy when I drive Bring me up bitch on both sides Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer See me I beat it out the line and it'll F**k ya spine up High y high y high Yeah baby flatline Outy when I drive flatline High y high y high Yeah baby flatline Outy when I drive Bitch on both sides I say vroom vroom 808s gon' make your body shake Lookin' boom boom And when I get you I'll knock that pussy to the moon moon If he trippin' grab that Smith And I'ma knock his brain loose Do what you do These hatin' niggas got it bad Nigga talkin' tough into lil' condo and shot his ass And if you mention me then you gon' end up in a body bag Lil' mama I ain't tryna F**k you you ain't got a lot of ass I need a lot of that yeah yeah High y high y high I'ma fly I'ma flatline Outy when I drive Bring me up bitch on both sides Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer See me I beat it out the line and it'll F**k ya spine up High y high y high Yeah baby flatline Outy when I drive flatline High y high y high Yeah baby flatline Outy when I drive Bitch on both sides Your call cannot be completed as dialed Please check the number and dial again Or dial 6 1 1 Don't play me to the left no 'Fore I pull up with that thing on me I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck And ain't nobody finna bang on me Ayy I just check my bank account I'm goin' dumb as F**k I point her in the right direction Tell her "Run it up" I put her in the Louis line Nigga one to ones But we don't fight I take this 40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck I don't speak much unless it's money so If they don't know me personal then I don't take it personal They love you when you wins high let you go How I let you know But when your wins low they treat you like a Urkel I learn that family don't always matter Yeah whoa I send these shots around your dome now you silent Yeah yeah yeah yeah Ayy I'm just tryna buy me a big place Big place I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer help me beat the case I'm just tryna F**k you let you lead the way The way And if we can't make it to the bed do it on the way Don't play me to the left no 'Fore I pull up with that thing on me I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh And ain't nobody finna bang on me I got your bitch she coming over Woo She gon' bring her friend too Woo They gon' pop and bend it over Woo Like that pussy brand new Get her an Uber when it's over F**k that just hop up in the coupe What you gon' do 'Cause you can't really put the blame on us If there's a problem I'ma pop up I'ma shoot out the roof You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you Ain't throwin' spirals really big bullets and a couple missiles I hit your bitch up at Friday and I told her to choose She told me "Yeah we on for the nightcap" I know your nigga won't like that Get his cap killed in his life jack' 'Cause I don't take a day off Hustle like every day is the Playoffs Damn right we F**kin' winnin' Don't like me F**k your feelings Feelings Money up to the ceilin' Ceilin' Smoke weed I'm up there with it There with it Like murder make a killin' See murder for no limit White people in my business Black women give me kisses With all these snitches it ain't safe no more No more Niggas sayin' names and they showin' up to court Court I'ma take a shot have one before Before I light this bitch up and shoot it off the backboard You got me F**ked up Don't play me to the left no 'Fore I pull up with that thing on me I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh And ain't nobody finna bang on me I got your bitch she coming over Woo She gon' bring her friend too Woo They gon' pop and bend it over Woo Like that pussy brand new Get her an Uber when it's over F**k that just hop up in the coupe What you gon' do 'Cause you can't really put the blame on us Ooh huh huh huh I might slide in it Slide in it I like bad bitches Bad Bentley 350s Skrrt I got three with me Ooh It's a blame game Blame game Let my chains swang Swang I don't know her name What All these hoes the same Yeah She want Chanel on her Chanel Birkin bags she was rackin' sale on 'em Ooh I got the nail on her F**kin' friends and she think I'ma tell her Ooh In my coupe I got two Niggas mad I got the juice I'ma smash on your boo Smash I got cash on me too She won't play me to the left I'm a rich nigga to death Yeah She gon' pull up with the neck Boss up for a check Check Know he want her She got red bottoms on her On her If I F**k her two times she a goner Huh Don't play me to the left no 'Fore I pull up with that thing on me I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh And ain't nobody finna bang on me I got your bitch she coming over Woo She gon' bring her friend too Woo They gon' pop and bend it over Woo Like that pussy brand new Get her an Uber when it's over F**k that just hop up in the coupe What you gon' do 'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
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