OUTTA HERE! ft. BabySuess, Slize & Devin Lee Lyrics

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

Fuck 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 fuck out, what the fuck 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 fuck outta here

Fuck 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 fuck over everyone that's in my way

Shooting at stars, while my head turning grey

Switchin' the juice from apple to OJ

Fuck 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