Lil Baby & 21 Savage – Outfit Lyrics

Lil Baby & 21 Savage – Outfit Lyrics
Outfit
Lil Baby & 21 Savage
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    "Outfit." - Lil Baby & 21 Savage

    Album: WHAM (Extended Version)
    Track No: 13

    Yeah, 100K light, that's just travel to me (Check, please)
    I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, I'm capital P
    Ain't dropped a song when my trap still on beat
    We got 3000 pounds, how the fuck we gon' sleep?
    Lost a few guys, but I ain't lose no sleep
    Ain't no roof on this 'Rari, ain't duckin' no beam (What else?)
    I'm the big dog, **** puppies to me (What?)
    That's my shit, but she can't be in public with me
    Fuckin' these bitches ain't nothin' to me
    I had pretty shit when it was ugly for me (On God)
    Real hustler, I am (Am)
    I could send a pack all the way to Thailand (Thailand)
    He can't do nothin' for you, but I can (I'm him, I can)
    Bulletproof, that wherever I land at
    In the hood where I'm high in demand at (Demand)
    Ten whole summers, no fumbles, I ran that
    Pillow talkin' to hoes got your man jacked
    All that hidin' in the house got your man stamped
    Baby land, we done sold out a WHAM packs (Gone)
    Certified, came home servin' 'em gram sacks
    "Go be rich or die tryin'," I chance it (Chance it)
    I took off, but I still sent a hand back (A hand)
    Give the trenches some hope
    Put it on like I'm still sellin' dope, the new 'Rari a four door (Four door)
    Me and bae on the yacht with some hoes
    When we done, call 'em over and go eat at Komodo
    In Skyami, I move like a pope now (Keisha)
    She a good one, but love to get choked out (Come here)
    I make anywhere turn to a dope house
    In the mix, but I'm keepin' my folks out it, yeah
    Hoppin' out a lambchop
    Hotter than Atlanta
    Someone cut the fan on
    Whole lot of bands on me, yeah
    Shirt 2000, jeans 6000
    Kicks 2000, dime on the outfit
    Dice game, geeked up, Cadillac V-truck
    Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit
    Bought a 'Rari, I'm rich, I ain't rent one
    I'm on Candler where I get my tint done
    If she askin' for money, I send some
    Get her hair and her nails and her hips done
    All the trucks be P, we got ten of 'em
    When you talk 'bout a real one, I been one
    If you point out a opp, I'ma spin one
    We give all of 'em belt, ****, then some
    **** goin' back and forth, ain't none of that
    If she fine and she thick, I'ma double-tap
    Put a switch on the back, gotta double-tap
    Get him smacked, turn around, give his brother dap
    G-block, cutthroat, where they thuggin' at?
    It's a few rap **** that'll never rat
    I'm one, engineer, this where you cut it at
    All the fans and the blogs need to study that
    Super Saiyan from the back, I Goku
    She a rachet-ass bitch, put her on Zeus
    I'm a player, I've run through the whole crew
    Brought Drac' with me and he know kung fu
    If I hit him in the jaw, then he gon' sue
    Colored diamonds in the Richard like Hi-Chews
    She like, "How the car barkin'?", ain't no roof
    When you suck me, I don't wanna feel no tooth
    ****, fuck your big dog, say you know who
    We got sticks for them **** and smoke too
    Need to call the opps vibes, they hoes too
    Probably wouldn't step on shit with a old shoe
    I got rich and I iced out the whole zoo
    If she bad and she quiet, I go through
    Slow music, she fuckin' me slow too
    I'm a R&B **** off Pro Tools
    If it's war with us, you probably gon' lose
    From Atlanta, I ain't playin' by no rules
    Catch him at the red light, ****, don't snooze
    Glock .40 Gen5, ****, don't move
    Bulletproof Maybach, put it on cruise
    Take a **** main bitch, put her on a cruise
    On your knees, don't stop, let me see a bruise
    You might get a Kelly bag if you make it ooze
    Hoppin' out a lambchop (Ooze)
    Hotter than Atlanta
    Someone cut the fan on
    Whole lot of bands on me, yeah
    Shirt 2000, jeans 6000
    Kicks 2000, dime on the outfit
    Dice game, geeked up, Cadillac V-truck
    Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit

    Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Ethan Hayes, Zeus Negrete, Mateen Kyle Niknam, Joshua Sivilay Taylor & Nikita Murenets.

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