"Made It Out" lyrics
(feat. B-Lovee)
[B-Lovee:]
Like, grah
COE, you don't wanna be
Uh, like
They know I'm that nigga, no way they could cap
Like, all that shit they was saying, it's facts
And we takin' lives, ain't no gettin' it back
Hollow tips, but this shit gettin' wack
They stand in my way, I bet we make 'em move
On that shit, bitch, we gotta react
She go off that liquor, now she in that mood
Pickin' her mouth, these on her back, like
[Sha EK:]
Give her dick, she don't know how to act now
Bitch, we not fuckin', word, this a smackdown
I keep a gun, cause niggas gettin' packed now
Bitch, it's Die 8, like, we might wanna tag now
Cause they know that I'm famous and dangerous
For Noah and Yellow, and Diddy I'm flamin'
I still be throwing the O, ain't no changing
I get them racks, but I only put pain in
Bad bitch, she wanna fuck off the liquor
[B-Lovee:]
Heard she was nasty, but now I won't kiss her
Bitch, I been out of the crib, I won't miss her
Like, this shit not about money, no pick up
I'm not duckin' no smoke, I come straight from the O
He won't play, cause he know
I'm too deep in this shit, I can't be like no fool, I ain't savin' no hoe
I'm not thinkin' I'm cool, bitch I pour up that munna
I'm changing my flow, shoutout to munna, niggas know how I get
If I got it, or not, bitch I'm ready to go
[Sha EK:]
Fuck all the fame, like, BDot my brother
All them days we was down, we was there for eachother
We not brothers, we move like we got the same mother
They wasn't there, when I was stuck in the gutter
C to the O to the E, I'm tryna pack on my G on a G
No cop shit, diss on, make a nigga freeze
I've been so down, from the percs, and the lean
[B-Lovee:]
I've been so down, from the addy's and lean
I'm gettin' high, cause I don't wanna dream
Shit not how it seem, shit like a nightmare
I keep my gun, cause these niggas don't fight fair
I leave them right there, should've gone boom
Baby you my type, come get it too
Bodies piled up, with the guap, ain't no room
We got them opps, we don't fuck with no brooms, should've gone boom
I got the birkin, they used to look when I walk in my room
I ran it up, niggas was funny
Bitches would dap me, they ain't had a clue, when I was up
I was up, like (I was up, like)
Better duck, like (See my choppa, better duck)
G-lock babies (Hold my gun), G-lock babies (Pour it up)
New opp died, they know what's up
Like, grah
COE, you don't wanna be
Uh, like
They know I'm that nigga, no way they could cap
Like, all that shit they was saying, it's facts
And we takin' lives, ain't no gettin' it back
Hollow tips, but this shit gettin' wack
They stand in my way, I bet we make 'em move
On that shit, bitch, we gotta react
She go off that liquor, now she in that mood
Pickin' her mouth, these on her back, like
[Sha EK:]
Give her dick, she don't know how to act now
Bitch, we not fuckin', word, this a smackdown
I keep a gun, cause niggas gettin' packed now
Bitch, it's Die 8, like, we might wanna tag now
Cause they know that I'm famous and dangerous
For Noah and Yellow, and Diddy I'm flamin'
I still be throwing the O, ain't no changing
I get them racks, but I only put pain in
Bad bitch, she wanna fuck off the liquor
[B-Lovee:]
Heard she was nasty, but now I won't kiss her
Bitch, I been out of the crib, I won't miss her
Like, this shit not about money, no pick up
I'm not duckin' no smoke, I come straight from the O
He won't play, cause he know
I'm too deep in this shit, I can't be like no fool, I ain't savin' no hoe
I'm not thinkin' I'm cool, bitch I pour up that munna
I'm changing my flow, shoutout to munna, niggas know how I get
If I got it, or not, bitch I'm ready to go
[Sha EK:]
Fuck all the fame, like, BDot my brother
All them days we was down, we was there for eachother
We not brothers, we move like we got the same mother
They wasn't there, when I was stuck in the gutter
C to the O to the E, I'm tryna pack on my G on a G
No cop shit, diss on, make a nigga freeze
I've been so down, from the percs, and the lean
[B-Lovee:]
I've been so down, from the addy's and lean
I'm gettin' high, cause I don't wanna dream
Shit not how it seem, shit like a nightmare
I keep my gun, cause these niggas don't fight fair
I leave them right there, should've gone boom
Baby you my type, come get it too
Bodies piled up, with the guap, ain't no room
We got them opps, we don't fuck with no brooms, should've gone boom
I got the birkin, they used to look when I walk in my room
I ran it up, niggas was funny
Bitches would dap me, they ain't had a clue, when I was up
I was up, like (I was up, like)
Better duck, like (See my choppa, better duck)
G-lock babies (Hold my gun), G-lock babies (Pour it up)
New opp died, they know what's up
