Youngboy Never Broke Again - Outta Here Safe Lyrics

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Beat Execs
Marcuss, you killing the beat

If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin or murkin somebody
Im with some hoes who dont mind beating a bitch, everyone of em bout it
Im 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 dont wan do it that way
You wont make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin but that shit aint 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 aint 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 Im gifted
We makin our own decisions
We really dont 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, Im out of range
We boarding on private planes
Bring a stick if anything

Like the opps, girl, if its 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, Im straight out the 6
Not talkin a back, boy, I come out the bricks
If I tell you its up, nigga, thats what it is
Not sprayin your mama, not sprayin your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry, but Im rockin Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips, its free to see how guns feel

And you knowin that Im 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, its up
These niggas know we dont play at all
Aint nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon try to drain
I need a bitch from the trenches in heels
Lets see if they fuck the same, hey
I like her better in Christan Loub heels
I know they wont 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, Ima 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 dont 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
Im with some hoes who dont mind beating a bitch, everyone of em bout it
Im 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 dont wan do it that way
You wont make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin but that shit aint 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 aint got no real estate, yeah