Single / Track
X4 - "Back Outside" (Official Music Video) Dir. by @shotbylate
Lyrics
FBEAT go crazy
1500 for kicks, I only wore once
FBEAT producing all the heat
Balenciaga kicks, 1500, only wore 'em once
I'm a rich Crip so you can put lil' money up
Big dog status, I bought the coupe, feeling like Donald Trump
Big boss habit, walk up in any store and fuck it up
Cartier glasses so I can see the opps before they come
Blicks in the attic, hope the Johnnie's never find them guns
Racks in the mattress, trench nigga, but I can't get enough
I just saw he want some static, put him in the leaf and puff him up
Hm, keep on sayin' the threats and we gon' touch him up
Couple niggas mad 'cause I'm ready, join it up
I'on give a fuck 'cause my bag gettin' big as fuck
Miss your dead homie? Walk up to the grave and dig him up
Look my money, pop, pop, pop, then I missioned up
Told the opps, "Stop, stop, stop", they ain't killin' none
Big dog status, all these niggas uncle Willy son
Beat they block up, boom-baow, then hit her son
That's some lil' shit, told that nigga, "Get a better gun"
That's a weak bitch, need to go and get a better hon'
I ain't satisfied, I'm finna stack me some not hunds'
Already see you, nigga, don't run
Balenciaga kicks, 1500, only wore 'em once
I'm a rich Crip so you can put lil' money up
Big dog status, I bought the coupe, feeling like Donald Trump
Big boss habit, walk up in any store and fuck it up
Cartier glasses so I can see the opps before they come
Blicks in the attic, hope the Johnnie's never find them guns
Racks in the mattress, trench nigga, but I can't get enough
I just saw he want some static, put him in the leaf and puff him up
Big dog status, hoppin' out the coupe with Wolfman
Hair trigger on me, couple cutters in the bushes
Shoot a nigga right between his eyes, now how he lookin'?
Murder don't stick, light the leaf, now where the kush at?
Rick Owens cost 2K, you can't see 'em
Oversized jeans on lace, European
Chrome Hearts cross my face, I'm a demon
Rap bitch hit my place, ate my semen
Cash me out or you can't ride with me
That's my opp, point out his house with me
He'll get sniped, right off that balcony
Real scrip life, he could never amount to me
Balenciaga kicks, 1500, only wore 'em once
I'm a rich Crip so you can put lil' money up
Big dog status, I bought the coupe, feeling like Donald Trump
Big boss habit, walk up in any store and fuck it up
Cartier glasses so I can see the opps before they come
Blicks in the attic, hope the Johnnie's never find them guns
Racks in the mattress, trench nigga, but I can't get enough
I just saw he want some static, put him in the leaf and puff him up
FBEAT producing all the heat