Outta Here Safe (feat. Quando Rondo and NoCap)

Beat Execs (Beat Execs) Marcus, you killing the beat 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, every one 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 (uh) You won't make it out of here safe I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' Bet a nigga gon' die with that face Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah) New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave Young nigga came outside today (outside today) Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches Man, we need dawg 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 makin' our own decisions We really don't need no warpaint Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain (yeah, yeah) New Rolls Royce or a big, big truck, they all drive the same (oh, oh) Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared To these niggas, I'm out of range (uh) We boarding on private planes (dope) Bring a stick if anything (grrt) 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, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy) And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah) You won't make it out of here safe I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (huh) Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow, baow) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm) Young nigga came outside today (outside today) (hmm) Up, I ain't got no real estate, (nah) yeah Like the opps, girl, 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 six Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' 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 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, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy) And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah) You won't make it out of here safe I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (uh) Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm) Young nigga came outside today (outside, hmm) Up, I ain't got no real estate (nah), yeah And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin', spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me, forever my dawg that made it far (uh) I want all my children crippin', fuck the politician Trench living, we gon' break the law Bitch, I stand on 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 (ayy) I need a bitch from the trenches in heels, let's see if they fuck the same (oh-oh), hey I like her better in Christan Loub' heels, I know they won't love the same Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim Two different opps, they gon' die the same (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 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 (ayy) 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, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it) I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it) Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy that) And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah) You won't make it out of here safe I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (ah) Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow, baow) Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm) Young nigga came outside today (outside, hmm) Up, I ain't got no real estate (nah, hmm), yeah