YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Quando Rondo, NoCap - Outta Here Safe lyrics

Beat Execs marcuss, you killing the beat

If me and my niggas come to your party
We bangin' or murkin' somebody  (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who
Don't mind beating a bitch
Everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it)
I'm with them hitters who
Packin' them pistols
I swear every one of 'em got it (Got it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid
Swear every one of 'em exotic (Exotic)
And you don't wan' do it that way (No)
You won't make it out of here safe (Safe)
I see these niggas muggin' but
That shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
(Die with that face)
Got a lot of blue racks and
We count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave
(Ride the wave)
Young nigga came outside today ('Side today)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (yeah)

And you knowin' how we get
It, keep a pistol, official
We all came out of the trenches
Free DDawg 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 (Baow)
When my nigga fell, lift him
Kept it real 'cause I'm gifted (We are)
We makin' our own decisions
Keep it real, I don't even know why I came
Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain (yeah)
New Rolls Royce or a big B truck
They all drive the same (Oh oh, oh oh)
Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cut
To these niggas, I'm out of range (Uh)
We boarding on private planes (Go)
Bring a stick if anything (Brr)

If me and my niggas come to your party
We bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't
Mind beating a bitch
(yeah) , everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it)
I'm with them hitters who
Packin' them pistols
I swear every one of 'em got it (Strapped)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid
Swear every one of 'em exotic (Clapped)
And you don't wan' do it that way (No)
You won't make it out of here safe (Safe)
I see these niggas muggin' but
That shit ain't nothin' (No)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
(Boom, bah, bah) got a lot of blue racks and
We count up our way
New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (Mm)
Young nigga came outside today (Mm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)

Like the opps gay, if it's 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, I'm straight out the 6
Not talkin' a backboard
I come out the bricks
If I tell you it's up, nigga
That's what it is
Not sparin' your mama, not sparin' your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry
But I'm rockin' Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips
It's free to see how guns feel

If me and my niggas come to your party
We bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't
Mind beating a bitch
(yeah) , everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it)
I'm with them hitters who
Packin' them pistols
I swear every one of 'em got it (Strapped)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid
Swear every one of 'em exotic (Clapped)
And you don't wan' do it that way (No)
You won't make it out of here safe (Safe)
I see these niggas muggin' but
That shit ain't nothin' (No)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
(Boom, bah, bah) got a lot of blue racks and
We count up our way
New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (Mm)
Young nigga came outside today (Mm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)

And you knowin' that I'm with it
Pistol grippin'
Spin it, Timmy tryna kill an opp (Oh, oh)
Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me
Forever my dawg that made it far (Huh?)
I want all my children crippin'
Fuck the politician
Trench livin', we gon' break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business
(Nation business) , go against us, it's up
These niggas know we don't play at all
Ain't nobody really safe at all?
Off White drip, they gon' try to drain
(yeah, yeah)
I need a bitch from the trenches in heels
Let's see if they fuck the same, hey (Oh oh)
I like her better in Christan Loub' heels
I know they won't love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
(Skrrt)
Two different opps, they gon' die the same
(Ayy, ayy)
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
I'ma 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 (Grrah)
I don't 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
(yeah, yeah)

Me and my niggas come to your party
We bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't
Mind beating a bitch
(yeah) , everyone of 'em 'bout it ('Bout it)
I'm with them hitters who
Packin' them pistols
I swear every one of 'em got it (Strapped)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid
Swear every one of 'em exotic (Clapped)
And you don't wan' do it that way (No)
You won't make it out of here safe (Safe)
I see these niggas muggin' but
That shit ain't nothin' (No)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
(Boom, bah, bah) got a lot of blue racks and
We count up our way
New Lambo', we gon' ride the wave (M-m-m)
Young nigga came outside today (M-m-m)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)