| Yo, yo, uh
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| Turn my shit, let motherfuckers hear me
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| Yo, uh, huh
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| Guess it’s safe to say we kinda made it out
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| Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house
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| Wash Heights, I met with papi, gave me grams in large amounts
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| Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south
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| Custies came from talking reckless, we put hands all in they mouth
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| When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch
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| Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought
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| Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo
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| I clutch the swammy that was stocky and some beef and broccoli
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| And smoke a choppy with a mami on my way to papi
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| You niggas hear me, I don’t think you copy
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| Yola whipping 'til my wrist is awky, tryna get my wrist on rocky
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| Crack money up in Aviani
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| We catch a body, we gon' do it properly
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| We get it popping like we doing hockey
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| Killed the spirits down in Abu Dhabi
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| Freak thotty on my body, tryna give me sloppy
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| I had some fallouts with some people that done said they got me
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| I got a pistol in the bed when I lay beside me
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| When I heard JO told then it really shocked me
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| You had a problem when you see me, then you should’ve shot me
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| Growing up, I was troubled, preacher couldn’t got me
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| Asked me who my role models, I said Meech and Gotti
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| I had on Gucci when they see me jumping out the Mazi
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| Fell back on Gucci, keep it G, I’m rapping through Givenchy
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| I used to hustle out the building, heron made a killing
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| Selling work, busting cards, and I’m with the drilling
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| First nigga that I shot at was in the day of light
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| Had him shook to death, running for his fucking life
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| Cards is that the reggie used to never swipe
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| I was 18 on my Huffy, tryna juggle white
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| I used to fuck most my bitches at a fiend’s house
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| Now I fuck bitches, swear to God, these niggas dream 'bout
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| I done really did shit, I gotta keep it with me
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| Most of my jeans from Amiri, I like how they fit me
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| When Obama came in office, I was selling 50s
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| I wasn’t showing up to court, they had to come and get me
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| Bitch niggas turned state, they really tried to play me
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| Took it to trial and really won, I swear that shit amaze me
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| All thanks to the most high
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| Saint Laurent on me, cool and shaded from the boat side
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| Got your bitch with me, haha
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| Pack burner while she sit pretty
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| Fucking bounce, tell her get with me, nigga, ha
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| Guess it’s safe to say you kinda made it out
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| Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house
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| Wash Heights, I’m out of pocket, getting grams in large amounts
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| Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south
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| 'Cause he came from talking reckless, we throw hands all in his mouth
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| When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch
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| Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought
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| Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo
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| RetcH, what’s up, cuz? |
| Uh, yo
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| Paranoid, man, I gotta stay strapped 'cause the opps out
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| Me and 3 lil homies, I roll the mask on
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| It’s a motherfucking purge when we pop out
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| Glocks out, got cooked out back, got stamped
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| Shoot the neighbourhood, do through damage
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| It was me, Shortstop, Big Samson
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| Last night was a movie, she Spanish
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| Turned grandma crib to a trap spot
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| MAC fold a nigga up, he a laptop
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| Sold everything I had, boy, back block
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| Connect don’t send keys, now he send padlocks
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| That’s extra, told me throw that ass up, Bowflexer
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| Like me to spit into her mouth when I sex her
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| It’s a 30 shot, double clip, heckler
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| Two times for the niggas ain’t coming back
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| Go slide, they ain’t out here, we coming back
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| It was something, he don’t really want none of that
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| They be talking, they don’t really want none of that
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| Shit be all about patience, pull up, bang bang out the roof
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| If it’s beef then this beef tryna leave shit vacant
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| Crib full of Ps, to the members sign
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| Put the flip money downstairs in the basement
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| Foreign thing, darkskin, thick as hell
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| Had to guess, I don’t know, think the bitch Haitian
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| Still tryna fuck a nigga even though I told her her times
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| Mad bitch, a nigga taken
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| Guess it’s safe to say you kinda made it out
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| Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house
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| Wash Heights, I’m out of pocket, getting grams in large amounts
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| Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south
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| 'Cause he came from talking reckless, we throw hands all in his mouth
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| When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch
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| Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought
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| Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Made It Out , by - Retch. Song from the album After the Verdict, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп