MADE IT OUT
Yuh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yuh, ayy
I done made it out (Uh-huh), gon' be the greatest now (Uh-huh)
I gotta trap now, fucking that bitch from the back now (Uh-huh)
Counting the racks now, I got a bag now
Cannot go back now (Grah, grah, grah)
Yuh, I done made it out the crib, huh (Uh-huh)
Keep a .40 on my hip, huh (Uh-huh)
Gotta get it how you live, huh, ya dig?
Hate it now that I made it out (Made it out)
Pain is now, gotta let it out, ho
Yuh, ayy, I'm just trying my best (Uh-huh)
I just gotta impress (Uh-huh)
Gotta get outta this mess (Yuh)
I been fucked up for way too long (Yuh)
I don't know right from wrong (Uh-huh)
Up now and I cannot fall, yuh (Ya dig?)
This your bitch favorite song
I remember days when I was down, yuh (Down)
Nowadays, I walk around, yuh (Around)
I feel like the man, huh, yuh
I got a fan, FN in my hand
I kill a nigga, I don't give a damn, yuh (Bah)
Yeah, uh-huh
Man these niggas hella dated, uh
Why these niggas always hating? Yuh
I'm a legend in the making, uh
Niggas said I wouldn't make it, uh
Gotta prove 'em wrong, huh
They just hating cuz I'm on, huh
Show these niggas I belong, yuh
Got your girl playing my song in the back of the club, yuh
There she go fucking it up, yuh
There she go running it up, yuh
Now I'm gon' rub on her butt, yuh
Woah, wait, huh, yuh
Now your girl tryna fuck
Fuck her in the back of the Bentley truck
You want her back, huh, nigga? Good luck, yuh
On me, niggas shit all sweet
Thinking I won't pull up with the heat
Thinking I won't pull up with the beam, yuh
It's cool, yuh, it's bool
I gotta keep me a tool
Got your bitch wet as a pool
I done made it, yuh (Yuh)
They said I won't make it, called me crazy, thought I was lazy
Now these niggas bitches tryna date me (Yuh)
Niggas'll hate me, yuh, they cannot phase me, yuh
Niggas be hating, huh, this shit is brazy, yuh
I done made it out (Uh-huh), gon' be the greatest now (Uh-huh)
I gotta trap now, fucking that bitch from the back now (Uh-huh)
Counting the racks now, I got a bag now
Cannot go back now (Grah, grah, grah)
Yuh, I done made it out the crib, huh (Uh-huh)
Keep a .40 on my hip, huh (Uh-huh)
Gotta get it how you live, huh, ya dig?
Hate it now that I made it out (Made it out)
Pain is now, gotta let it out, ho
Yuh, ayy
I done made it out (Uh-huh), gon' be the greatest now (Uh-huh)
I gotta trap now, fucking that bitch from the back now (Uh-huh)
Counting the racks now, I got a bag now
Cannot go back now (Grah, grah, grah)
Yuh, I done made it out the crib, huh (Uh-huh)
Keep a .40 on my hip, huh (Uh-huh)
Gotta get it how you live, huh, ya dig?
Hate it now that I made it out (Made it out)
Pain is now, gotta let it out, ho
Yuh, ayy, I'm just trying my best (Uh-huh)
I just gotta impress (Uh-huh)
Gotta get outta this mess (Yuh)
I been fucked up for way too long (Yuh)
I don't know right from wrong (Uh-huh)
Up now and I cannot fall, yuh (Ya dig?)
This your bitch favorite song
I remember days when I was down, yuh (Down)
Nowadays, I walk around, yuh (Around)
I feel like the man, huh, yuh
I got a fan, FN in my hand
I kill a nigga, I don't give a damn, yuh (Bah)
Yeah, uh-huh
Man these niggas hella dated, uh
Why these niggas always hating? Yuh
I'm a legend in the making, uh
Niggas said I wouldn't make it, uh
Gotta prove 'em wrong, huh
They just hating cuz I'm on, huh
Show these niggas I belong, yuh
Got your girl playing my song in the back of the club, yuh
There she go fucking it up, yuh
There she go running it up, yuh
Now I'm gon' rub on her butt, yuh
Woah, wait, huh, yuh
Now your girl tryna fuck
Fuck her in the back of the Bentley truck
You want her back, huh, nigga? Good luck, yuh
On me, niggas shit all sweet
Thinking I won't pull up with the heat
Thinking I won't pull up with the beam, yuh
It's cool, yuh, it's bool
I gotta keep me a tool
Got your bitch wet as a pool
I done made it, yuh (Yuh)
They said I won't make it, called me crazy, thought I was lazy
Now these niggas bitches tryna date me (Yuh)
Niggas'll hate me, yuh, they cannot phase me, yuh
Niggas be hating, huh, this shit is brazy, yuh
I done made it out (Uh-huh), gon' be the greatest now (Uh-huh)
I gotta trap now, fucking that bitch from the back now (Uh-huh)
Counting the racks now, I got a bag now
Cannot go back now (Grah, grah, grah)
Yuh, I done made it out the crib, huh (Uh-huh)
Keep a .40 on my hip, huh (Uh-huh)
Gotta get it how you live, huh, ya dig?
Hate it now that I made it out (Made it out)
Pain is now, gotta let it out, ho
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Cruz Iii, Noah Stoffels
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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