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conversations.value: Write me a song called Outy When I Drive / Blamed with the following description: “Outy When I Drive/Blamed” adds another two-parter to Indigo, following four two-parters included on the standard edition. “Outy When I Drive” is an upbeat track that features pitched vocals from Chris on the chorus and sees him one-upping “broke niggas” who don’t share his wealth and expensive cars. The track features an uncredited verse from Yella Beezy, who Chris previously collaborated with on the July 2019 track, “Restroom Occupied.” Rich the Kid assists on both parts of the track, and marks their third and fourth collaboration together following March 2018’s “Drippin'.”
  In “Blamed,” Chris warns his competition to not “play [him] to the left,” i.e. curve him, or else he’ll show them up by taking their women with no remorse. The track was initially previewed in March 2018 by Sage the Gemini, who also assisted on another two-parter on the standard edition, “Trust Issues / Act In.” but wasn’t credited. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Part I: O
  uty When I Drive
  ]
  [Intro]
  (CashMoneyAP
  )
  (
  Everything foreign, nigga
  )
  [Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
  Ooh (Ayy)
  Bro nigga, she tell 'em, "Back, back" (Back, back)
  Runnin' around with the rat pack (Huh)
  That ass too fat, tell her back, back (What?)
  Ain't doing no talkin', the choppa got kickback (Blat)
  Ooh, ooh
  She won't be my boo (My boo)
  I was broke, now I got bitches in my coupe (Huh)
  Ooh, me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (By the group)
  That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh (Ain't told the truth)
  I get her gone
  Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (What?)
  I send her home (Home)
  Give me the dome, give me the dome
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  High-y, high-y, high
  I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
  Outy when I drive
  Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
  Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
  See me, I beat it out the linin', it'll fuck ya spine up
  High-y, high-y, high
  Yeah, baby (Flatline)
  Outy when I drive, flatline
  High-y, high-y, high
  Yeah, baby (Flatline)
  Outy when I drive
  Bitch, on both sides [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  When I do the dash, bitch, I swear that they mouth wide
  Hunnids, countin' cash in a pair of them Off-White's
  You need to bring your ass over here
  If your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
  I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots
  Don't give a fuck
  Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent, just give me the bottle
  Stop thinkin' about it, 'til I'm on the floor
  Switchin' lanes, caught in the paint, off the backboard
  Ain't no way I'ma change, pussy got me goin'
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  High-y, high-y, high
  I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
  Outy when I drive
  Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
  Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
  See me, I beat it out the linin', it'll fuck ya spine up
  High-y, high-y, high
  Yeah, baby (Flatline)
  Outy when I drive, flatline
  High-y, high-y, high
  Yeah, baby (Flatline)
  Outy when I drive
  Bitch, on both sides [Verse 3: Yella Beezy]
  I say vroom, vroom
  808s gon' make your body shake
  Look, bitch, boom, boom
  And when I get you
  I'ma knock that pussy to the moon, moon
  If he trippin', grab that Smith
  And I'ma knock his brain loose
  Do what you do
  These hatin' niggas got it bad
  Nigga talkin' tough until my lil' partner went shot his ass
  And if you mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag
  Lil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck if you ain't got a lot of ass
  I need a lot of that, yeah-yeah
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  High-y, high-y, high
  I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
  Outy when I drive
  Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
  Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
  See me, I beat it out the linin', it'll fuck ya spine up
  High-y, high-y, high
  Yeah, baby (Flatline)
  Outy when I drive, flatline
  High-y, high-y, high
  Yeah, baby (Flatline)
  Outy when I drive
  Bitch, on both sides [Part II: Blamed]
  [Interlude]
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  [Intro: Chris Brown]
  Don't play me to the left
  'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
  I'm shootin', aimin' for the net
  And ain't nobody finna bang on me
  [Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
  Ayy, I just checked my bank account, I'm goin' dumb as fuck
  I point her in the right direction, tell her, "Run it up"
  I put her in the Louis now, nigga, want the 1's
  But we don't fight
  I take this .40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck
  I don't speak much unless it's money, so (So)
  If they don't know me personally, I don't take it personal
  They love you when your wins high, let you know (Let you know)
  But when your wins low, they treat you like a Urkel
  I learn that family don't always matter (Yeah, woah)
  I send these shots around your dome, now you silent (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
  Ayy, I'm just tryna buy me a big place (Big place)
  I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer, help me beat the case
  I'm just tryna fuck you, let you lead the way (The way)
  And if we can't make it to the bed, do it on the way
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Don't play me to the left, no
  'Fore I pull up with that thing all on me
  I'm shootin', aimin' for the net, oh
  And ain't nobody finna bang on me (No)
  I got your bitch, she comin' over (Woo!)
  She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
  They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
  Like that pussy brand new
  Get her an Uber when it's over
  Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
  What you gon' do?
  'Cause you can't really put the blame on me (No)
  [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  If there's a problem, I'ma pop up, I'ma shoot out the roof
  You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you
  Ain't throwin' spirals, really big bullets and a couple missiles
  I hit your bitch up that Friday and I told her to choose
  She told me, "Yeah, we on for the nightcap"
  I know your nigga won't like that
  Get his cap killed and his life jacked
  'Cause I don't take a day off
  Hustle like every day is the Playoffs
  Damn right, we fuckin' winnin'
  Don't like me, fuck your feelings (Feelings)
  Money up to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
  Smoke weed, I'm up there with it (There with it)
  Like murder, make a killin'
  See murder for no limit
  White people in my business
  Black women give me kisses
  With all these snitches, it ain't safe no more (More)
  Niggas sayin' names and they showin' up to court (Court)
  I'ma take a shot, have one Newport
  Before I light this bitch up and shoot it off the backboard
  You got me fucked up
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Don't play me to the left, no
  'Fore I pull up with that thing all on me
  I'm shootin', aimin' for the net, oh
  And ain't nobody finna bang on me (No)
  I got your bitch, she comin' over (Woo!)
  She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
  They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
  Like that pussy brand new
  Get her an Uber when it's over
  Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
  What you gon' do?
  'Cause you can't really put the blame on me (No)
  [Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
  (Ooh, huh, huh, huh)
  I might slide in it (Slide in it)
  I like bad bitches (Bad)
  Bentley 350's (Skrrt)
  I got three with me (Ooh)
  It's a blame game (Blame game)
  Let my chains swang (Swang)
  I don't know her name (What?)
  All these hoes the same (Yeah)
  She want Chanel on her (Chanel)
  Birkin bags, she was rockin' Saint Laurent (Woah)
  I got the nail on her
  Fuck her friend and she think I'ma tell her (Huh)
  In my coupe, I got two
  Niggas mad I got the juice (Juice)
  I'ma smash on your boo (Smash)
  I got cash on me too
  She won't play me to the left
  I'm a rich nigga to death (Death)
  'Cause she gon' pull up with the neck
  Boss up for a check (Check)
  Know he want her
  She got red bottoms on her (On her)
  If I fuck her two times, she a goner (Huh)
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Don't play me to the left, no
  'Fore I pull up with that thing all on me
  I'm shootin', aimin' for the net, oh
  And ain't nobody finna bang on me (No)
  I got your bitch, she comin' over
  She gon' bring her friend too
  They gon' pop and bend it over
  Like that pussy brand new
  Get her an Uber when it's over
  Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
  What you gon' do?
  'Cause you can't really put the blame on me (No)