PDE

Travis Scott – Outside (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, automatic
Yeah, always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I’m at is static, but it ain’t got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I’ve never seen
Won’t you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Hook: Travis Scott]
And all my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We been hangin’ outside, not 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? (ooo)
Was it for the image or for the pictures? (ooo)
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 niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my niggas outside
Pillow talkin’ sneak dissin’ get a nigga jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw’s tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties
I’m a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I’m draped in Avianne, I ain’t got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin’ shit for real (21, 21)
Ten bad bitches, suckin’ dick and eatin’ pills (what?)
And I keep that Tommy, nigga, and I ain’t talkin’ Hil (21)
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill (yeah)
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill (kill)
I’m a real nigga, fuck niggas can’t feel (21)
Plus I get inside that bowl and skrt, skrt, skrt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt (21)
I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt (21)
Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs (21, 21, 21)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

Tay-K – The Race (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Young Nudy)

[Intro: Tay-K & 21 Savage]
I’m Lil Tay-K, I don’t think you want no action (21, 21)
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let’s get to subtractin’
Smith & Wesson made my .9 with sub-compaction

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Fuck a beat, I was trynna beat her face (21)
Put it in your mouth, ugh how it taste? (lil’ bitch)
Backend nigga, that’s a 100k (on God)
Four shows, nigga I can buy a Wraith (skrrt skrrt)
My street cred platinum, ain’t nothin’ fake (21)
Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K (bitch)
You a internet gangster, I’m a ape (21)
Young Savage, Zone 6, EA (on God)
Hundred round drum hangin’ off the drake (pew pew pew)
Instagram Live got him killed broad day (on God)
You can have the pussy, I want the face (21)
I ain’t tryna cuff you, I don’t want no case

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 2: Tay-K]
Pimp gon’ be eatin’ good noodles every day
Bitch I’m drawin’ doodles, Tay-K paint the way
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I woke up too moody, who gon’ die today?
Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin’ face
We cookin’ up, boy, you don’t wanna go dat way
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go dat way, boy you not gon’ be happy
I tote 50s, I’m a shooter like Young Pappy
Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin’, y’all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase

[Verse 3: Young Nudy]
You want the drama? We got the drama
For you and your folks, them (folks)
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta chopper
Whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
Whole lotta mothafuckin’ yellow tape
You don’t wanna smoke with them (you don’t wanna smoke)
That’s about me, young nigga from the streets
Straight up PDE (straight up)
Shoot a mothafucka straight up in the face, closed case
Nigga, ask bout me
Nigga, I’m so gutta with it, I’m slimin’
Young nigga, I get with it (I get with it)
I’m with the shits, is you with the shits?
Nigga I don’t think you with the shits (I don’t think you with the shits)
Do you got that stick? ‘Cause I tote that stick
Nigga, that’s some daily shit, yeah (daily shit)
I’ll pitaroll a nigga if I got to (pitaroll a nigga)
Nigga don’t make me pull this stick out, I might chop you (I might chop you)
Nigga poppin’ like some bitches
Go across your head and nigga you ain’t gon’ need no stitches (you ain’t gon’ need stitches)

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

21 Savage – 7 Min Freestyle (Issa Album)

[Verse]
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin’, yeah yeah
And I’m fuckin’ rappin’, yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin’ dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I’m ballin’ like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I’m runnin’ out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I’m robbin’, ski maskin’
You niggas know that I’m ’bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin’
Got them VVS’s on me, nigga glass
Fuck school nigga, always skipped class
Fuck the other side, throwin’ red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon’ do you bad nigga
Runnin’ through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga
Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga
‘Cause I’m poppin’ ho, yeah I’m poppin’ ho
Got your main bitch, pussy poppin’ ho
We don’t want that pussy, we just want that toppy ho
And I don’t want it if the shit ain’t sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang
Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab ’em up, nigga stab ’em up
I’m a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t got racks or somethin’
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t in the trap or somethin’
Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin’ huh
Hey, your main bitch, she gon’ back it up
21, that two-two-three gon’ make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I’m real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young niggas droppin’ shells on ’em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
Niggas broke, they can’t even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip ’em, yeah
Them VVS’s got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21
That’s a half a brick lil nigga, 21
You a fuckin’ shrimp lil nigga, 21
I got somethin’ for that lip lil nigga, 21
Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah
I get money ’cause I’m rich nigga, yeah
I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, shit, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah
Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah
Good food, nigga good food, 21
I’m a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won’t text her ’til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain’t got a dime for your stankin’ ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin’ ass, bitch
And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch
All my niggas havin’ fuckin’ bags, bitch
Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21
Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21
That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21
Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21
You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of ’em like to shoot nigga, 21
All of ’em like boot nigga, 21
All of ’em in your boot nigga, 21
Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21
You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21
I can’t respect a nigga with cornrows, 21
Broke nigga with your brother’s clothes, 21
Broke nigga fuckin’ your brother’s hoes, 21
Get your own nigga, get your own, 21
You ain’t grown, nigga you ain’t grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21
I might take that lil bitch out to ‘Hana’s, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21
Nigga catch me all up in Bruce’s, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I’ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21
Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin’, 21
Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21
Fuck 12, I don’t need help, 21
12 gauge, nigga that’s my help, 21

Travi$ Scott – Outside (feat. 21 Savage) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I’m at is static, but it ain’t got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I’ve never seen
Won’t you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 2: 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 niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my niggas outside, pillow talkin’ sneak dissin’
Get a nigga jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw’s tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties, I’m a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I’m draped in Avianne, I ain’t got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin’ shit for real
10 bad bitches, suckin dick and eatin’ pills
And I keep that Tommy nigga, and I ain’t talkin’ Hil
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I’m a real nigga, fuck niggas 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
Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside