2 DFFRNT - Outside Lyrics

Oh we the outside, midnight, chillin' with the big pipe
Top shelf, big gas, lookin' like a bonfire
Top floor, bad bitch, sippin' on a Baja
Ha, ha, f*ck, f*ck
Niggas claim they city really lit, but it ain't hot, hot
I pull my phone out, call a shooter, get your top, pop, pop
You ain't really been inside the trap up in the crock, pot, pot
Now a nigga runnin' up the checks, I count a whole lot
Vibes here, vibin', feelin' it when she vibe me
When that DA bumpin', she gon' feel it with no option
It's that type of shit that when they play it, get you tossed in
What's inside my cup, I can't even say it, a concoction
Woah, 2DA, the gang, there ain't no nigga that can opt in
Wop, Wop, Wop, that shit wetter than a faucet
Drank, drank, ain't no tellin' where she headed
Five hundred dollars, and that's only on the glasses
She outside, she ain't worried about her classes
Dark in the mix, so you can't even see the fashion
Its only fire booth, I really spit it like a dragon
Bring out the cash, yeah, cheater print, cashmere
She say she wanna crash here, sent her with the cash app
Gotta bridge the gap, gap, ooh, she got a back back
Oh, you from around the way, DA been around the way
Way, way, oh, she really felt some way
OG cop that pound a state, see him maxin' out the bank
I just gotta have my way, I just gotta make a name
Oh, you talkin' out your neck
That'll get your partner whack, you can't get your partner back
Map it out like architect, keep that fire like arsonist
This jerk wave wont miss, we bout cheese and Swiss
Oh, you an a Ibiza bitch, yeah
Lit in a beamer benz, oh
Outside, midnight chi-
Midnight chil-
Midnight chillin