Anycia ft. Latto - BACK OUTSIDE Lyrics

(Austin)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh?
Okay, what? Alright, okay
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one), okay

Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again (okay)
Okay, yeah (why? Why?)

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (bitch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (to the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (on Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team (team)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea

Pop Percs all day, you burnt
Big bags on me, I'm turnt
Big bands on me, I'm hell
Outta ten, I done broke the scale
Outta ten, I'ma give 'em a five
On the 20, I swerve and it glide
Is you tellin' the business or ridin'?
Let him in and he slippin' and slidin'
Pull up too fine, I'm that
Bitch, you been broke, no hat
Oh, you been burnt, no cap
I'm turnt, I don't need rap (okay)
Can't argue with a bitch that's hatin' (alright)
Been beggin' for pussy, he waitin'
He need it
Know Nene the reason he breathin', yeah

Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (bitch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (to the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (on Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude (yeah, huh)
Popped out with a brand new team (yeah, Big Latto)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (yeah)

Walked in, young bitch, I'm turnt
Got auntie hatin', she burnt
Hoes talk, who wore what first?
They don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse
Stop worryin' 'bout the shit they type
'Cause the same hoes see me and slurp
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave
I'm a Southside bitch to the hearse
Woo, skrrt
Hop out the G Wag', hop out the vert
M's off brand deals, M's off merch
Got a bitch driveway lookin' like Hertz
Skrrt, skrrt
I don't know how to sing, but I'm her
I been tryna make my nigga quit syrup
Now he tryna ring me like chirp
I'm a real-ass bitch, can't fold
I don't even do my own damn laundry
I don't even play like that
Count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani
And they sayin' that I rap my ass off, turn around like, "I can't tell"
Oh well, Lord forgive me, I'm givin' 'em hell, tuh

Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah

I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (bitch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (to the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (on Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude (huh)
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (okay)