Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made it Out, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made it Out |
| My dog fresh out the box |
| He back to totin' Glocks |
| He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps |
| Niggas gettin' zipped for all that gangsta shit they was tryna pop |
| Niggas cannot slip, 'cause the problem is that they would not make it out |
| I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts |
| I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house |
| Racks, I’m thumbing 'em, ayy, ayy |
| Got a pack, fell in love with my baby |
| Got 'em on the streets with the throwaway |
| Choppas slidin' me, blow his nose away |
| I don’t know how to smoke, Mary Jane |
| Choppa with the scope, I’m bringing pain |
| Can’t love these hoes, they fuckin' for fame |
| Just be fuckin' these hoes, I don’t even know they name |
| If you ask for my gang, you wouldn’t even know the half |
| I don’t even pillow talk, I don’t even like to brag |
| Jump fresh out, elevated my swag |
| My nigga jumped out, went back sellin' slabs |
| Them niggas I know, they don’t know how to dab |
| All they know, cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab |
| My other niggas scam, got rich off a letter |
| Ballin' hard for the crib, don’t need no bread talk |
| Drippin' in designer, I’m a Dior mascot |
| All this cash money, I can make yo' bitch bedrock |
| Dope dick, she’s hoppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl |
| Leavin' me for dude? |
| Ho, you better not |
| Fly lil' nigga, I can pull up in a jet now |
| Came up quick, other niggas would’ve wrecked out |
| Baptize the money, bank account real blessed now |
| Thank the Lord I made it, I ain’t gotta be stressed out |
| Aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out |
| Biggie run up, fuck it, go and knock your legs out |
| Fuck a Hellcat, big dog, bring your lens out |
| Stick in the hood, I ain’t tryna throwin' hands now |
| My dog fresh out the box |
| He back to totin' Glocks |
| He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps |
| Niggas gettin' zipped for all that gangsta shit they was tryna pop |
| Niggas cannot slip, 'cause the problem is that they would not make it out |
| I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts |
| I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house |
| Racks, I’m thumbing 'em, ayy, ayy |
| Got a pack, fell in love with my baby |
| Got 'em on the streets with the throwaway |
| Choppas slidin' me, blow his nose away |