[Verse 1: RooRooDaMoonMan]

We out here my nigga we too busy pullin' triggas

Got them choppas on deck we some crazy cap peallas

We don't cause death, we just make them white neighbors fear us

We got that crazy swag so them bitch phasers hate us

This is O Con boy, straight up blood clot boy

Think we playin' run up on your fuckin' punk block boy

If ya don't got toys then your gonna get played

'Cause we stay rollin' with the motion like you rollin' at raves

Fuck a fake bitch, where the real hoes at

Show my dick to your bitch & she will blow that

Real shit & never trip I just stay on my grind

Just eating on some bomb like I'm dying for some pie

Some niggas stare at us, some niggas hate on us

To be really honest I just don't give a fuck

I just be doing me I ain't tryna be Drake

I'm RooRooDaMoonMan so I'm over with the wait

[Verse 2: Danny G]

Click PLOW mutha fucka it's the D in the building

Started from the ground up and now we in the ceiling

Everybody fucking with this throw some g's and some millions

Out the door grab your four and begin the killing

This is Outer Concept biatch get familiar

Nah the team more than a gang this familia

With a couple of kids that will put the spree in the wheeling

To make the bitch drop you gotta get the beat to build up

Young D banging loud the realest kid is depicted

It's Danny G in the house so ya'll be getting evicted

Kick the sickest of the sick shit simply kicking D-BOX

And bitch I'll never drop like a fucking track from Detox

We rock mutha fucka like on and on

And we ain't stopping till like four somethin' in the mornin'

Forget what you knowin' this the D sound dear

And in case you forgot bitch we out here! Out Con

[Verse 3: The Majedi]

It's Outer Concept bitch you know we out here

But if you don't know get the fuck out of here

Telling me you're sorry damn straight bitch better be

Keep your top down you'll get popped like Kennedy

I've been going hard since fallopian tubes

Come out her sideways and you're getting the boot

I'm tired of the fuck boys give me a semi to shoot

I'm not Biggie Smalls but you can give me the loot

Me Jun, D-Box, and of course Roo Roo

Fucking these bitches with the booty like CoCo

Bitch we loco kill them haters so slow

Show these mutha fuckas the definition of yolo

You just started I'm already on my third lap

Next time you go to bed it's gonna be a dirt nap

You're all bark no bite you ain't down for the fight

Better keep your hands up or else it's goodnight

[Verse 4: J.U.N.]

We fucking out here where there's no messing around

Not about it move over and hand me hand me the crown

Empty empty your pockets and what do you got

And I empty mine out I got a dream and a clock

Which means I'm watching the time which means I stay on my grind

And I be fiendin' for that moment when I'm hitting rewind

On that tape that says play, cause we do it all day

And we be hitting up that studio till we get Grammys

Or until we get money and I be talking 'bout honeys

And all the millions of fans yeah the millions that love me

Running your mouth we ain't accustomed to hate

Fucking around we ain't accustomed to play

We talking 'bout the realest I ain't talking beginner

If I'm playing Scarface then I'm a natural born killer

We make it big we natural born sinners

Man I'm talking 'bout the crew if I'm talking 'bout the illest

The mutha fuckin' illest out of this world it's Outer Concept bitches