Make It Out Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Look, bags under my eyes but still I came out on top
I just seen twelve, three times I ain't closing down shop
Upgrade all of my pistols, all my glocks, come with a mop
And my plug ain't have the work I want, so I'm holding out
My mama taught me better, can't give a bitch
The benefit of the doubt
Thought they love me and my city why them boys ain't shout me out
Cause these niggas shot out
They probably want my spot, cause my thigh pads steady bulging out
My dawg want the wells and the Chevy's
Bring them he gon' smack them now
Lotto take the bags, you know I'm running ground and pound
Baby I'm one on one, can't a nigga imitate my sound
I said I'm one on one, cant a nigga imitate my sound
Showed her my account status, now her panties is on the ground
I was lax time to turn up on this beat
Shed blood, sweat and tears, why these niggas ain't believe in me
Trying to get rich like Roddy until then you know that I'm gon' feed the streets
Never change on my dawgs, I got love in the street
But ain't no love in this street
I know a clean m and a dirty one ain't the same
So I'm trying to see that in the industry
No I'm not a racist, but I done cut back on that Hennessy
Tequila for me
Brick fair up and down
They was 32 now them hoes like 19 apiece
Them boys falling off, damn, that's more jugs for me
You would think I'm going vegan, all these carrots and trees
Watch me carry the city, whatever you with, I'm with it
I was down on my last perky, so you know we split it
Name these bitches in the city
You a liar if you say that we ain't hit it
I'm a young paid nigga watch me pay the way
I've been working like a slave nigga grinding every day
I'm the truth, that's some shit that they can't face
They know I'm having flavors, baby, tell me what's your taste
She a butter head, everything look good, but her face
I should kill her, but my standards say I can't
They gon' smell me before they see me, cause I came in with that dank
I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist, these be pictures that I paint
A my youngin really a soldier
Put some cheese on your head, watch him crank
And my diamonds really water like they came up out the faucet
Stupid nigga, that's a sink
Every time they see me out lotto fresh up out the bank
If I hit that pussy once, baby, I swear I won't refrain
I'm like one in a million, yeah, I bet she say my name
Ask glizz what's my hardest songs he like everything
This that struggle, this that hustle
Nigga, that's that motherfuckin' pain
It's that make it through the rain
I'ma change my family before I do anything
Come on, nigga
Real shit
Come on