Listen to Come Outside by Skengdo, AM & D Proffit

Come Outside

Skengdo, AM & D Proffit

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Skengdo

Performer

AM

Performer

D Proffit

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Skengdo

Lyrics

AM

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

D Proffit

Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

Don't make sense tryna come outside

I'll get my hands all wet when I clutch my knife

And if the wap don't bang I'll be so surprised

I put the three-eight bells in the fucking nine

If I don't make it home, don't fucking cry

You put your black gloves and you fucking ride

And I know 3 plus 4 ain't 25

But I got one corn left till we get inside

[Verse 1]

Dash 'way the old one

Then I got nicked for the new one

Ram biz looking outrageous

Even the judge knew I was tryna hit dons

Blast that one from a distance

Blast it, turned that yute into a victim

Can't say that the guys are racist

White and Asians can even get this

Dial up Colts, tryna get man ghost

That yute's tryna be on the hitlist

These yutes ain't realistic

Click click baow, make sure you get him

Tryna stuff in it, but it's a misfit

We PG that, then we're tryna spliff him

The wap lotions is tryna kiss him

Duhduhduh baow, bonus for wiggins

Free Lil Rex, just belled me

Bro soon home cah it's looking like Baljeet

Go ask the CIDs what the mandem done

They're gonna say the mandem scary

Love when these yutes get lairy

Cah they get done if they try come near me

I sign out if I travel that far to do up a yute like barely

Bringing back to the basics

Creep on your block, just creep up

Don't think I just leave ya

Tell ya boy don't bother run either

Cah this bine don't pick and choose

And my blade loves going in and out of t-shirts

This the crash test season

Best get out the way, you eediats

[Chorus]

Don't make sense tryna come outside

I'll get my hands all wet when I clutch my knife

And if the wap don't bang I'll be so surprised

I put the three-eight bells in the fucking nine

If I don't make it home, don't fucking cry

You put your black gloves and you fucking ride

And I know 3 plus 4 ain't 25

But I got one corn left till we get inside

[Verse 2]

Man's gonna run when I back this samurai

Backshot paralyse, headcrack analyse

Analyse

Stains on the floor man analyse

Standing by, yelling out "What kinda man am I?"

When I back this flick, that sanitise

Coulda left both of your friends in paradise

Mum said never play with guns

But I'm building a bond with the dots, man fraternise

Send man's headback over the next man

Over the next man, over the next man

Fling dat up in the air and stretch man

How high cah we left him red man

Tek that, stand on your two and tek that

Big man ting, I don't care who you are

Four-four kick like suttin in labour

Smoke for your neighbour, we're goin' too far

But then again it coulda been one of them

And now I'm pissed that she knows my government

'Cause anyhow that I bust out windows

Shes gonna sing like Jazmine Sullivan

Got too many gyal, King Soloman

Yard man ting, send bine fi di Babylon

You ain't onto the gang, man, run along

I just copped me a wap to cuddle on

Back this flicks and dip man

Neat with my hands, that's it, man

Fresh home, bro he a sick man

Remember when I backed that stick, man

Ten man cutting from six man

Arch for your back and bruck it

Fling it in gear and fuck it

She wanna ride, man fuck it

Put it on tape and fuck it

Shit, then spin it and suck it (Perfect)

[Chorus]

Don't make sense tryna come outside

I'll get my hands all wet when I clutch my knife

And if the wap don't bang I'll be so surprised

I put the three-eight bells in the fucking nine

If I don't make it home, don't fucking cry

You put your black gloves and you fucking ride

And I know 3 plus 4 ain't 25

But I got one corn left till we get inside

Written by: AM, Skengdo

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