Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outta Here Safe , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Release date: 09.10.2019
Song language: English
Outta Here Safe |
| Beat Execs |
| Marcuss, you killing the beat |
| If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody |
| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it |
| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it |
| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic |
| And you don’t wan' do it that way |
| 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 |
| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave |
| Young nigga came 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 |
| 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 |
| New Rolls Royce or a big big truck, they all drive the same |
| Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared |
| To these niggas, I’m out of range |
| We boarding on private planes |
| Bring a stick if anything |
| If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody |
| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it |
| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it |
| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic |
| And you don’t wan' do it that way |
| 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 |
| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave |
| Young nigga came outside today |
| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, 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 6 |
| 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 |
| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it |
| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it |
| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic |
| And you don’t wan' do it that way |
| 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 |
| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave |
| Young nigga came outside today |
| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, 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 |
| 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 |
| I need a bitch from the trenches in heels |
| Let’s see if they fuck the same, 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 |
| 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 |
| Me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody |
| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it |
| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it |
| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic |
| And you don’t wan' do it that way |
| 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 |
| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave |
| Young nigga came outside today |
| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, yeah |