Outta Here Safe lyrics

[Intro]
Beat Execs
Marcuss, you killing the beat

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
If me and my n*ggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a b*tch, 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 b*tches 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 n*ggas muggin' but that sh*t ain't nothin'
Bet a n*gga 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 n*gga came outside today ('Side today)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Yeah)

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
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 n*gga, 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas, I'm out of range (Uh)
We boarding on private planes (Go)
Bring a stick if anything (Brr)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
If me and my n*ggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a b*tch (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 b*tches 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 n*ggas muggin' but that sh*t ain't nothin' (No)
Bet a n*gga 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 n*gga came outside today (Mm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)

[Verse 2: NoCap]
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 sh*t 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, n*gga, 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
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
If me and my n*ggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a b*tch (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 b*tches 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 n*ggas muggin' but that sh*t ain't nothin' (No)
Bet a n*gga 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 n*gga came outside today (Mm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Quando Rondo]
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', f*ck the politician
Trench livin', we gon' break the law
b*tch, I stand on Nation business (Nation business), go against us, it's up
These n*ggas 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 b*tch from the trenches in heels
Let's see if they f*ck 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, n*ggas slide with aim (Skrrt)
Two different opps, they gon' die the same (Ayy, ayy)
I need a b*tch 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 f*ck with no ****, them n*ggas be b*tches
If me and my n*ggas come to your party
You might get hit with a hundred and fifty (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Me and my n*ggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (Somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a b*tch (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 b*tches 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 n*ggas muggin' but that sh*t ain't nothin' (No)
Bet a n*gga 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 (Mmm)
Young n*gga came outside today (Mmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (Nah, yeah)