Club Outside Lyrics – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug

Read the full Club Outside lyrics by Young Stoner Life and Young Thug from the album Slime Language 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Stoner Life’s music, you can also explore Mob Guys and What’s Up Mami, two other songs by Young Stoner Life.

[Intro: Lil Baby]
We got the vibes in the back of the studio, know what I’m saying
Anytime, got this s*it rolling, know what I’m saying
Trap house special, pull in

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
They say Sp5der, Wham and Pluto got a club outside the club (Know we at)
Pull up back to back to back to back like we the spender boys
Go to Trip and throw a thirty or something, that s*it give me a rush (Hush up)
I’m all taller than all of these dancers, all the fine s*it came with us
Talking thou’ pass, I keep dog s*it like I still fu*k with the plug (I do)
Turn a studio into a trap house, this s*it better than selling drügs (On God)
Big dog, really had my way out here, I disrespect the scrubs
Spend a million on a weak b!tch, for thе yacht to have fun (Keep going)
Like why therе so many girls? They keep the vibe going
Love lil bro to death, but he ain’t right, I keep my eyes on him
Damn near fu*ked me for the whole night, she keep her eyes on it
Hunnid percent, I got my blick and kicks, party in the farm
She get drippy when she want to, I like her lil strands (I do)
She go baggy (She go baggy), she go tight s*it to (She go tight s*it to)
I went Prada (Prada), for her she was overdue
She went French tips, yeah, she went Miu Miu Miu (Miu Miu)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, on a Tesla (On a Tesla), in a jet (In a jet)
Out of space (Out of space), lost case (Space-space)
Walked in (??), spent a bag
In a Rolls-Royce, or the Jet
Get a chair, make it last
Plenty foreigns, smash
Had it first, n!gga, yeah, you was last
Sting ray, hell no this the best

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Angel, get the bag, it’s ready, my b!tch on the way, let’s go
I get filthy, put a Rolex on your bae (Huh, huh, fifty)
I’m getting high as hell buying her everything (You get it, baby)

I go stained red brothers on drums (Ugh, zoom)
Threw a hunnid in a club (Let’s get it)
Then I woke up with my b!tch (And what?) and we spent another dub (Sp5der)
Go Balenci’ for a crip (Go Sp5der), go Chanel for a blood
Got a glizzy on my hip (Huh), but I ain’t disrespecting my judge (That’s fact)
Six million on a crib (Lovely), they say “five, they missing one”
Going jet, my b!tch like to tan (Tan), we been chasing the sun (Yeah, yeah)
I just changed my name to Angel (What?), cause they was telling me I’m a God (Ok)
Going two Rolexes just so I can keep one on a charge

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, on a Tesla (On a Tesla), in a jet (In a jet)
Out of space (Out of space), (??) (Space-space)
Walked in (??), spent a bag
In a Rolls-Royce, or the Jet
Get a chair, make it last
Plenty foreigns, smash
Had it first, n!gga, yeah, you was last
Sting ray, hell no this the best