Desiigner – Make It Out Lyrics

Make It Out

Desiigner

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"Make It Out." - Desiigner

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 02:59 pm

Album: New English

Track No: 03

All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
The car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them killers won't make it out
The car crash, call it, racing out
The bullet kiss 'em, call it making out
They never said I'd appose to nothing
Choppa known for thumping
Make a **** start Forrest Gumping
When I catch that boy forest fronting
Choppa blow his stomach
Hit his body and soul be jumping
'Cause my **** don't blow for nothing
We gon' run up on you, we gon' get you hit
Talk a lot like you serving brick
Tryna get me rich and I fuck your bitch
She be sucking dick on some other shit
These ****, the just tryna hate on me
Take me out try to put date on me
Gotta ride 'round with that thang on me
Catch a nine slipping by 43, word to me
I'ma just keep going hard 'til it's dirt on me
L block 390, you heard of me?
Chopper rips open like surgery
I'm back from the dead, close the curtain, B***
All of my killers gon' get away
Savage come through, he gon' get away
Mikey come through, he gon' rip it fast
Everybody gon' rip his face
And I'ma kill 'em
They look Scottie Pippen, woo!
You hear that 'Gatti engine, woo!
You heard I'm karate flipping, woo!
Now haters, they ought to mention
Come through the Garvey hitting
I got guns and they're shooting like Tony flipping***
Codeine, you know I'm sipping
Young **** on a mission
I said all of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
The car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racing out
Got a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out

Writer(s): Sidney Selby & Khalil King.

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