OUTTA HERE! (feat. BabySuess, Slize & Devin Lee)

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Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask on like ShyGuy
Yeah, my shades like Mr. Davis, Gucci
F*ck with that bitch 'cause she bad and she boujee
My whip exotic like Japanese sushi
Unlike my diamonds, you cannot see through me
Finessing, I reckon, I'm not to be testin'
Confessin' you act adolescent
I ain't forgivin' and I ain't forgettin'
It all was a lesson, professional destined
I know the way 'cause I'm havin' it
Signin' a check I been baggin' it
You way behind you been laggin' it
Amiri is new, match a Jag with it
Hey, Get outta here
Way too many opps, so I think we gotta leave
Unless you gotta better plan or something inside your sleeve
Nigga think it's hocus pocus pointing guns at me
Sniper gang shit I got shooters in the trees
Boogie bomb bitch, got her dancin' on my D
Double C bag but Chanel is on her knees
Peacock bitch 'cause my money blue and green
My money look like a Bob Ross painting
My money look like I never stop saving
For a rainy day but my days done raining
Hating on the hate 'cause they won't stop hating
Blaming all the shame that they got as a baby
Ain't you ashamed that I just took your lady?
I miss the old days, ain't talking 'bout Houston
But shit ain't get hard until Harden got traded
I'm the last rocket, way I'm takin' off
This poppin' now I'm tradin' off
So intoxicated in the loft
I ain't worried bout nothin' I shake it off
All for my city like Bron on the Cavaliers
I'll make it up I'll put diamonds on my veneers
Junkies'll jump you if you rockin' Chandileirs
This shit ain't safe you should probably get outta here
Get the f*ck out, what the f*ck that about
Mickey Mouse shit, but a rat in my house
Got a blouse, blue cheese nose, nigga too grown
Got a cap and gown, but he still too old
Got a new flow, Cap gone too, cold shoulder
And a backbone, lit it up twice then his back broke
That's a small joke, like Rick Owens
God damn fashion like that is no hoax
So what we deliver, some flows and some bills
We started up tracking, we ended up stacking
Never stopped for a break we are not snacking
They come up we packing, we ready for action
Got red beam attachments and were all matching
Caught on the corner but we never lacking
Go head there, they stay over there
Don't come near, get the f*ck outta here
F*ck outta here, don't need money band it's the man of the year
The way that I planned it, can't go back and fourth
From being outlandish to, mama I made it
So stop playin' with the crew
And I just know what to do
Though no one asked, I'll see you on the other side
Because I'm gonna f*ck over everyone that's in my way
Shooting at stars, while my head turning grey
Switchin' the juice from apple to OJ
F*ck all these bitches don't listen, don't obey
Talk to these bitches the old way
You know this verse is a throwaway
Vet in the business I'm feeling like Old Bay
Bet on myself and I'm going the whole way
I'm the last rocket, way I'm takin' off
This poppin' now I'm tradin' off
So intoxicated in the loft
I ain't worried bout nothin' I shake it off
All for my city like Bron on the Cavaliers
I'll make it up I'll put diamonds on my veneers
Junkies'll jump you if you rockin' Chandileirs
This shit ain't safe you should probably get outta here

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