Lyrics and translation
Original
Ha-ha-ha
Yee
Let's do it, ha-ha (We outside)
You know (Okay, okay, ha-ha-ha-ha)
Uh
I got a model by my side lookin' at me heavy-eyed
In a tiny red dress, is she the devil in disguise?
I think she knows I came in this bitch with party supplies
Anything flies, you got somethin' that can help me energize (Yeah)
Wearin' shit they never seen before
I shop at spots that you gotta make appointments for
Man, I had a ELS where you gotta buzz the door
Go out at one and we don't leave before four
And I been in the back room
Homie said he had shrooms
Psilocybin capsules
I be feelin' that soon
Passed her the bag, then she took it to the bathroom
Cleaned it out again, I ain't know shorty was a vacuum
Been mixin' all sorts of things with faces I never seen
Forgot that I was famous, man, whatever famous mean
Will I wake up in the mornin'? Who's this stranger in my sheets?
Tellin' myself to chill, the inevitable repeats
Yeah
What you want? Where you at, G? You outside? (You outside?)
24/7, 365 (We outside, all day)
Whole gang with me and we outside (Outside)
Outside, outside, outside (Outside)
What you want? Where you at, G? You outside? (You outside?)
24/7, 365 (All day)
Whole gang with me and we outside (Outside)
Outside, outside, outside (We outside)
Ha-ha (You outside?)
Uh (You outside?)
Let's do it (You outside?), ha-ha, ha
Okay, okay
Ha-ha-ha, huh
I been fuckin' this summer shit up
Breakin' the rules, I'm with my sneaky link, he tryna link up
He got his girl blowin' up his phone, but he with me, he ain't pickin' up
I'm talkin' four-door black truck, I'm talkin' Don Julio in the cup
We workin' night every other day 'cause we grab a plate and we don't give a fuck
I'm talkin' five-star, mm-hmm, I'm talkin' five-star dates
I'm tryna make him my lil' eater, put my Crumble Cookie all up in his face (Mm)
Uh, 'cause I'm a five-star bitch
I need some five-star dick
'Cause I got a five-star clique
And when I climb on his face, that's where I five-star sit
You bitches ain't five-star shit, bet you five-star hit
Ha-ha, are you shittin' me or are you kidding me?
Ha-ha-ha
All summer (Outside), we are outside (We outside)
Ha-ha-ha
What you want? Where you at, G? You outside? (You outside?)
24/7, 365 (We outside, all day)
Whole gang with me and we outside (Outside)
Outside, outside, outside (Outside)
What you want? Where you at, G? You outside? (You outside?)
24/7, 365 (All day)
Whole gang with me and we outside (Outside)
Outside, outside, outside (We outside)
(You outside? We outside)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
24/7, we outside
I don't know where y'all at, I don't know where y'all be
But if you not outside, where the fuck are you?
Ha-ha
All summer
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Let's do it
Description
If the party had a soundtrack, it would definitely start with “We Are Out Here.” It's when high heels are weapons of mass charm, phones are off limits, and all conversations sound like wildly confident flexing to the bass. Here, every word is like a sip of champagne with strawberries: playful, daring, and with a slight aftertaste of “hey, was that okay?” It's not a song - it's a summer motto, only louder.