[Intro: Yung Senju]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Yung Senju]
Like my whip black, like my bitch black
And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat
And she toxic, then I'm with that
I don't talk shit, I just spit facts
We outside, we outside
We outside, we outside
We outsi-si-si, we outside
We outside, we out-

[Verse 1: Yung Senju]
400 dollars, I spent on my bitch
I just got a new hoop so she know I don't miss
She want Killian love, do she think that I'm rich?
Iced out my booger, makin' me sick
And she know I'm the one, so shе rolled up my piss
Out here, gеttin' paper, fuck a loose leaf
Goated, on my back, I got a 23
Smoke these rappers like she smoke my Doobie
Said she needed Kupid, like I'm Drew$kii
Yeah, squares up in my circle, tryna get an angle
I don't work my chick around 'em
Shit ain't gon' be verbal, better sound it out
I'm gonna make my clique surround 'em
Cookie click, oh, that's the blick
I don't got it, but touch my bitch
And you get pounded
Black is beautiful, and blue is too
It's gon' be true, to you if you don't get your ass outta here
Louis V on her feet, big stepper like Kendrick
We move through the streets
You reap what you sow, but I sow what I reap
Her diamonds are white, so they matchin' my teeth
And she fuckin' with me
My skin lookin' perfect, must be OCD
They said that my flow on the track is too nice
But my n***a, I ain't need tha-
[Hook: Yung Senju]
Like my whip black, like my bitch black
And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat
And she toxic, then I'm with that
I don't talk shit, I just spit facts
We outside, we outside
We outside, we outside
We outsi-si-si, we outside
We outside, we out- side

[Verse 2: Kupid]
Yeah
We outside, but 'ont sound like an introvert
I'm into her, insert that intellect into her
I don't like intercourse
Bitch I'm a sabiosexual, but she just suck me like Kirby
Yeah, I don't want that bitch to hurt me
Yeah, I know that I get too flirty
But I'm tryna stack up 'til my early thirties
Yeah, I don't play nice, I play dirty
Huh, get a little gas if you need it
Huh, get a little gas if you need it
Huh, get a little black in the season
Huh, get a little passion
Get a little pat on the back, in fact
Get a little reassurance and support
Of course, I put that muh' fuckin' ball in your court
Of course, you talk trash, it's your last resort
Of course I could wear new sneakers every day of the month
'Cause I'm that type of n***a, huh
Of course I could be the teacher takin' 'tendance
Get a raise, I ain't talkin' hands
I got a shorty named Katana, kinda dangerous as fuck
And she my biggest fan
I just ignorin' all the drama, I be outside
Fly like Peter Pan
[Hook: Yung Senju]
Like my whip black, like my bitch black
And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat
And she toxic, then I'm with that
I don't talk shit, I just spit facts
We outside, we outside
We outside, we outside
We outsi-si-si, we outside
We outside, we out- side