Desiigner – Outlet Lyrics

Outlet

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"Outlet." - Desiigner

Monday, 26 October 2026, 05:45 am

Album: Outlet - Single

Track No: 01

Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, all the way it go
Ooh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Got that Ruger on me, jeweler on me
Moola on me, who the homie?
You could talk shit, got that boss bitch
Boss bitch, hold on, I crashed the whip
Hey, choppa gon' lay down a ****
Take that O shit, boss shit
Ready to switch up
Got that new money
Blue money, ready to pick up
Like oh, oh
Choppa gon' bury a ****
I go get it how I live it
Talk shit, yeah, ****, talk is all a memory
The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick
Yeah, **** beefin' all a memory
I let 'em hate, talk shit, talk shit
Yeah, ****, this is all it did to me
More bottles, more bitches, more gold
More hoes, this is all a victory
Ballin' hard in my i8
Watch it swerve, keep my mind straight
Dip and dash, hit ya guy gate
Dip and dash, hit ya guy face
I be talking like I got a Ray Charles choppa
Yeah, that's my blind date
Jewelry talkin' like you're big
You gon' get crossed out, you ain't got faith
That's that guy snake
Watch out for that guy snake
Big bullets with the U-Haul truck
So to move his ass 'round my place
Move his ass over there and over there
Take his ass 'round
That's what happens when it's my state
Whip the glass till the pot break
Whip the glass, gotta watch snake
Whip the glass, gotta watch Jake
**** coming fast, choppa whip his ass
Everybody tryna buy plate
Everybody tryna whip the coke up
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
That's the rocket launcher or that golden Smith and
Smith and Wesson, it'll eject ya, golden hit ya
There's them black and white, the pandas gon' get ya
Got that gold watch
And some strippers with me, getting more liquor
She be paparazzin' with her tits out, getting more liquor
I be countin' money, gettin' cash
Yeah, gettin' more jigga
Let me find out that you riding 'round with them broke ****
Everybody 'round town, yeah, **** gon' get ya
And they gon' hit ya
Fill you with holes, ****
I done get it how I get it
Talk shit, yeah, ****, talk is all a memory
The Smith and Wesson, it'll eject ya
Golden hit ya
There's the black and white, the pandas gon' get ya
Got that gold bottle with that stripper with me
Getting more liquor, more pictures, more cash
More jigga
Dead **** come through, gon' flip ya
Old **** own ****, I'm my own ****
I'm the king, welcome to the throne, ****
Barreled up, hit you with the stones, ****
Knock you out, Mr. Larry Holmes, ****
Switch it up, clap you with the chrome, ****
On the camera, hit you with the drones, ****
Hot97 turn to Mac 11
Everybody worried 'bout me, get ya own, ****
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
The war not never done
Ey, ey, ey, true
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, word
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, word
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, word
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, word

Writer(s): Sidney Selby, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, Rian Basilio & Corey Thompson.

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