Outta Here Songtext
Hold on, run that shit back, yeah
She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she outta here
I'ma star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get outta here
Niggas be buyin' my swag, pullin my dick, I call him, 'Son, son'
I be investin' in war for me and my brothers, I bought some mo' guns
Make sure your head on the swivel, when playin' your cards and act like you know somethin'
She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she outta here
I'ma star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get outta here
Niggas be buyin' my swag, pullin my dick, I call him, 'Son, son'
I be investin' in war for me and my brothers, I bought some mo' guns
Make sure your head on the swivel, when playin' your cards and act like you know somethin'
Hate when a niggas be beggin' and bitchin' and boastin', you can't hold nothin'
I put that shit on her, be draped up and feinin' she know I'm a star, so she lovin' my image
I'm pushin' that 'Rari, this shit not a lemon, I'm servin' that candy and servin' that lemon
On two different shrooms, niggas, let down the windows, I altered the stick, had to speed up the tempo
We smackin' shit, you know we aim for the temple, we whackin' shit, turn your lil' bitch to a widow
Like Catholics, cross out the man in the middle, that abstinent they never fought with a pistol
We havin' it, we make a storm, fuck a drizzle, we after it, pull up with cannons and missiles
I'm on gin and 1942, bitch, I'm out of here
Runnin up paper, all my weed infused, nothin' but clouds in here
Louie V she got Marc Jacobs on, bitch, get out of here
Niggas better have all of that pape he owe me or he'll get downed in hea
She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she out of here
I'ma stop, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here
Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here
She tell me I'm Rhude, but not 'cause my jacket, she know I be mixin' that shit with the Ricky I'm Allen Iverson ain't go to practice, but still I can pull up and drop a whole fifty
My brother been sippin' that shit for a decade, I told him, 'Slow down, that shit fuck up his kidneys'
I tried to tell niggas you might live longer, hatin' on me? Go find you some business
I'm pumpin' gas with my stick in my hand, I'm only poppin' this shit niggas 'cause I can
I'm so out of here, some shit I can't tell the 'Gram, I got shit from Japan
She like Molly, mixed up with the water, let's go molly world
Outta space, I'm in a GLS, let's get out of here
Brand new Rollie, I won't bust it down, 'less them diamonds real
Don't like rappers, you better tuck your chain, you'll get robbed in here
She on bars, 8215 poppin', 'cause she outta here
I'ma stop, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here
Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here
Outta here, outta here, outta here
Bitch, get out of here
Outta here, outta here, outta here
Outta here, outta here, outta here
I put that shit on her, be draped up and feinin' she know I'm a star, so she lovin' my image
I'm pushin' that 'Rari, this shit not a lemon, I'm servin' that candy and servin' that lemon
On two different shrooms, niggas, let down the windows, I altered the stick, had to speed up the tempo
We smackin' shit, you know we aim for the temple, we whackin' shit, turn your lil' bitch to a widow
Like Catholics, cross out the man in the middle, that abstinent they never fought with a pistol
We havin' it, we make a storm, fuck a drizzle, we after it, pull up with cannons and missiles
I'm on gin and 1942, bitch, I'm out of here
Runnin up paper, all my weed infused, nothin' but clouds in here
Louie V she got Marc Jacobs on, bitch, get out of here
Niggas better have all of that pape he owe me or he'll get downed in hea
She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she out of here
I'ma stop, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here
Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here
She tell me I'm Rhude, but not 'cause my jacket, she know I be mixin' that shit with the Ricky I'm Allen Iverson ain't go to practice, but still I can pull up and drop a whole fifty
My brother been sippin' that shit for a decade, I told him, 'Slow down, that shit fuck up his kidneys'
I tried to tell niggas you might live longer, hatin' on me? Go find you some business
I'm pumpin' gas with my stick in my hand, I'm only poppin' this shit niggas 'cause I can
I'm so out of here, some shit I can't tell the 'Gram, I got shit from Japan
She like Molly, mixed up with the water, let's go molly world
Outta space, I'm in a GLS, let's get out of here
Brand new Rollie, I won't bust it down, 'less them diamonds real
Don't like rappers, you better tuck your chain, you'll get robbed in here
She on bars, 8215 poppin', 'cause she outta here
I'ma stop, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here
Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here
Outta here, outta here, outta here
Bitch, get out of here
Outta here, outta here, outta here
Outta here, outta here, outta here
