Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made It Out, artist - Retch. Album song After the Verdict, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Made It Out |
| Yo, yo, uh |
| Turn my shit, let motherfuckers hear me |
| Yo, uh, huh |
| Guess it’s safe to say we kinda made it out |
| Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house |
| Wash Heights, I met with papi, gave me grams in large amounts |
| Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south |
| Custies came from talking reckless, we put hands all in they mouth |
| When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch |
| Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought |
| Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo |
| I clutch the swammy that was stocky and some beef and broccoli |
| And smoke a choppy with a mami on my way to papi |
| You niggas hear me, I don’t think you copy |
| Yola whipping 'til my wrist is awky, tryna get my wrist on rocky |
| Crack money up in Aviani |
| We catch a body, we gon' do it properly |
| We get it popping like we doing hockey |
| Killed the spirits down in Abu Dhabi |
| Freak thotty on my body, tryna give me sloppy |
| I had some fallouts with some people that done said they got me |
| I got a pistol in the bed when I lay beside me |
| When I heard JO told then it really shocked me |
| You had a problem when you see me, then you should’ve shot me |
| Growing up, I was troubled, preacher couldn’t got me |
| Asked me who my role models, I said Meech and Gotti |
| I had on Gucci when they see me jumping out the Mazi |
| Fell back on Gucci, keep it G, I’m rapping through Givenchy |
| I used to hustle out the building, heron made a killing |
| Selling work, busting cards, and I’m with the drilling |
| First nigga that I shot at was in the day of light |
| Had him shook to death, running for his fucking life |
| Cards is that the reggie used to never swipe |
| I was 18 on my Huffy, tryna juggle white |
| I used to fuck most my bitches at a fiend’s house |
| Now I fuck bitches, swear to God, these niggas dream 'bout |
| I done really did shit, I gotta keep it with me |
| Most of my jeans from Amiri, I like how they fit me |
| When Obama came in office, I was selling 50s |
| I wasn’t showing up to court, they had to come and get me |
| Bitch niggas turned state, they really tried to play me |
| Took it to trial and really won, I swear that shit amaze me |
| All thanks to the most high |
| Saint Laurent on me, cool and shaded from the boat side |
| Got your bitch with me, haha |
| Pack burner while she sit pretty |
| Fucking bounce, tell her get with me, nigga, ha |
| Guess it’s safe to say you kinda made it out |
| Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house |
| Wash Heights, I’m out of pocket, getting grams in large amounts |
| Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south |
| 'Cause he came from talking reckless, we throw hands all in his mouth |
| When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch |
| Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought |
| Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo |
| RetcH, what’s up, cuz? |
| Uh, yo |
| Paranoid, man, I gotta stay strapped 'cause the opps out |
| Me and 3 lil homies, I roll the mask on |
| It’s a motherfucking purge when we pop out |
| Glocks out, got cooked out back, got stamped |
| Shoot the neighbourhood, do through damage |
| It was me, Shortstop, Big Samson |
| Last night was a movie, she Spanish |
| Turned grandma crib to a trap spot |
| MAC fold a nigga up, he a laptop |
| Sold everything I had, boy, back block |
| Connect don’t send keys, now he send padlocks |
| That’s extra, told me throw that ass up, Bowflexer |
| Like me to spit into her mouth when I sex her |
| It’s a 30 shot, double clip, heckler |
| Two times for the niggas ain’t coming back |
| Go slide, they ain’t out here, we coming back |
| It was something, he don’t really want none of that |
| They be talking, they don’t really want none of that |
| Shit be all about patience, pull up, bang bang out the roof |
| If it’s beef then this beef tryna leave shit vacant |
| Crib full of Ps, to the members sign |
| Put the flip money downstairs in the basement |
| Foreign thing, darkskin, thick as hell |
| Had to guess, I don’t know, think the bitch Haitian |
| Still tryna fuck a nigga even though I told her her times |
| Mad bitch, a nigga taken |
| Guess it’s safe to say you kinda made it out |
| Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house |
| Wash Heights, I’m out of pocket, getting grams in large amounts |
| Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south |
| 'Cause he came from talking reckless, we throw hands all in his mouth |
| When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch |
| Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought |
| Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo |