Outta Here Safe

Lyrics

[Intro] Beat Execs Marcuss, you killing the beat [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody) I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (Got it) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (Exotic) And you don't wan' do it that way (No) You won't make it out of here safe (Safe) I see these niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (Die with that face) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (Yeah) New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (Ride the wave) Young nigga came outside today ('Side today) Up, I ain't got no real estate (Yeah) [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches Free DDawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as victims Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold position (Baow) When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I'm gifted (We are) We makin' our own decisions Keep it real, I don't even know why I came Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain (Yeah) New Rolls Royce or a big B truck, they all drive the same (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cut To these niggas, I'm out of range (Uh) We boarding on private planes (Go) Bring a stick if anything (Brr) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody) I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch (Yeah), everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (Strapped) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (Clapped) And you don't wan' do it that way (No) You won't make it out of here safe (Safe) I see these niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (No) Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (Boom, bah, bah) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (Mm) Young nigga came outside today (Mm) Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah) [Verse 2: NoCap] Like the opps gay, if it's smoke, we gotta get it straight Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a .38 Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty Feelin' like Drake, I'm straight out the 6 Not talkin' a backboard, I come out the bricks If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is Not sparin' your mama, not sparin' your kids Codeine got my vision blurry, but I'm rockin' Moncler Free massages from these hollow tips, it's free to see how guns feel [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody) I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch (Yeah), everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (Strapped) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (Clapped) And you don't wan' do it that way (No) You won't make it out of here safe (Safe) I see these niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (No) Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (Boom, bah, bah) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (Mm) Young nigga came outside today (Mm) Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah) [Verse 3: Quando Rondo] And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin' Spin it, Timmy tryna kill an opp (Oh, oh) Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me Forever my dawg that made it far (Huh?) I want all my children crippin', fuck the politician Trench livin', we gon' break the law Bitch, I stand on Nation business (Nation business), go against us, it's up These niggas know we don't play at all Ain't nobody really safe at all? Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain (Yeah, yeah) I need a bitch from the trenches in heels Let's see if they fuck the same, hey (Oh-oh) I like her better in Christan Loub' heels I know they won't love the same Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim (Skrrt) Two different opps, they gon' die the same (Ayy, ayy) I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties Take a pic with the fans, I'ma throw up the city Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest (Grrah) I don't fuck with no ****, them niggas be bitches If me and my niggas come to your party You might get hit with a hundred and fifty (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody) I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch (Yeah), everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (Strapped) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (Clapped) And you don't wan' do it that way (No) You won't make it out of here safe (Safe) I see these niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (No) Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (Boom, bah, bah) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (Mmm) Young nigga came outside today (Mmm) Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)