[Intro]

Mercy Beatz, nigga

Better choose now, pussy

Lot of niggas don't be outside they say they gon' be—

Gon' be outside

(Niggas ain't outside)

So you gon tell 'em here look

(Fuck 'em)

Look

[Chorus]

Look outside your window (Boom), you see caution tapes and flashing lights (Outside 'dow)

Look outside your window, all my glizzies came with beams (Outside your window)

Outside your window, poppin' percocets and adderalls (Outside your window)

Outside your window, bang for Kendall, make 'em bleed (Outside)

Outside your window, we gon' do it for Cliff & Dee (Outside)

I swear we outside

Go put onе up

We hit the yo, then comе with raw rhymes (Rhymes)

And I feel I'm too street for the industry

Tell her bend it over, it ain't over, 'less she kin to me

[Verse]

I'ma keep it choo-chooin' while he on the intercity (On the inter', hah)

Have you boo-hooin', hollerin' that you killin' me (Lil' one hollerin')

Blatt

I devour all enemies (Bow, bah)

Choppers hit his chest and more'll take all of his energy (More)

Lean on

I ain't have nobody for to lean on (I ain't have nobody, lean on)

Nobody tryna put my team on

Bro done copped a brand new K and he want me to put the beam on it

Lil' one really seen phony

I don't think he mean harmin'

Every button I own not to the left it's to the right (Rrrt, rrrt)

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, then you dead in the night

Tryna fuck, it been my pipe

You know that coochie super tight

Told her that I gotta go make a movie it's the shootin' type (Bah)

Nigga (Bah)

[Chorus]

Look outside your window (Garytown, bitch ass, go and lay down), you see caution tapes and flashin' lights

Look outside your window, all my glizzies came with beams (Came with beams)

Outside your window, poppin' percocets and adderalls (And adderall)

Outside your window, bang for Kendall, make 'em bleed (Make 'em, bah, bleed, bleed)

Outside your window, we gon' do it for Cliff and Dee (Outside)

Swear we outside (I swear we out)

Go put one up

We hit the yo, then come with raw rhymes (Raw rhymes)

And I feel I'm too street for the industry

Tell her bend it over, it ain't over, 'less she kin to me (Told her, "Fuckin' bend it over")

[Outro]

Bend that shit over

Know I'm too street for this new street shit like— Like—

Man, get the fuck out my way, 'fore I really bat you in your shit, though

I don't got no fuckin' understanding

I tote choppers

Everything— Everything Rrrt

Hah, you know?

If you don't got no motherfuckin' stick or no G-Lock, bitch, don't bump this shit (Bump it)

Not anything else

You ain't no fuckin' real hitter without clutchin' the Drac' or somethin