• Title:Outfit (Explicit)
  • Artist:Lil Baby;21 Savage
  • Album:Outfit (Explicit)
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    Outfit (Explicit) - Lil Baby/21 Savage
    Lyrics by:Zeus Negrete/Dominique Jones/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Ethan Hayes/Mateen Kyle Niknam/Joshua Sivilay Taylor/Nikita Murenets
    Composed by:Zeus Negrete/Dominique Jones/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Ethan Hayes/Mateen Kyle Niknam/Joshua Sivilay Taylor/Nikita Murenets
    Produced by:Haze/AyoPeeb/Josh Taylor/Splited Stupid
    Yeah 100K light that's just travel to me
    Check please
    I ain't goin' back and forth ***** I'm capital P
    Ain't dropped a song when my trap still on beat
    We got three thousand pounds how the **** 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 niggas puppies to me
    What?
    That's my **** but she can't be in public with me
    ******* these ****** ain't nothin' to me
    I had pretty **** 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 h*es got your man jacked
    All that hidin' in the house got your man stamped
    Baby land we done sold out a WHAM pack Gone
    Certified came home servin' 'em gram sacks
    "Go be rich or die tryin'" I chance that 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 h*es
    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 two thousand jeans six thousand
    Kicks two thousand dime on the outfit
    Dice game geeked up Cadillac V-truck
    Track' with the kill switch all that type ****
    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 nigga then some
    Niggas 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 niggas 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-a*s ***** put her on Zeus
    I'm a player I'll run through the whole crew
    Brought Drac' with me and it 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
    Nigga **** your big dog say you know who
    We got sticks for them niggas and smoke too
    Need to call the opps vibes they hoes too
    Probably wouldn't step on **** 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 ******* me slow too
    I'm an R&B nigga off Pro Tools
    If it's war with us you probably gon' lose
    From Atlanta ain't playin' by no rules
    Catch him at the red light nigga don't snooze
    Glock .40 Gen5 nigga don't move
    Bulletproof Maybach put it on cruise
    Take a nigga main ***** 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