Outta Here (feat. Trippie Redd) lyrics

You know what it is You hear that? Huh? Trippie Bitch, we out here Yeah Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here (haan) Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here (haan) Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here (haan) Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here (haan) Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here (haan) If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here (haan) I won't tuck tail (tail), G shit for real (real) Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail I give her hell, huh, then I get Chanel, huh Hit her with that wand, huh, now she under my spell, huh Feel like James Bond, No. 9 for my smell And my big slime, RSG, got clientele Mansion in the dark, I'ma park and make a film Fuck her from the back, aw shit, I'm really him I don't fuck with niggas, bitch, yeah, I feel like Zim I don't fuck with niggas, shit, that's because I'm him Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, uh Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail (Montana) Trappin', you could tell, hit me on the cell (ring) Rollin' like I lost a case, bitch, I'm on the pill (ayy) G shit for real, Coke Boy for real Young boy trappin', made a mansion off a scale Young boy on the drill, coach him like I'm Phil (fah-fah) Got the block on fire like them cribs up in the Hills (woo) What she thought? Threw a eighth up in the twenty, now she outta here Sellin' snow, Perkies, pink, mushrooms, gummies, bitch, we outta here (ayy, ayy, ayy) Fucked the bitch, I take half, told her come and get a stop (woo) Fill her belly with that stuff, get her titties, tummy tucked You can find me in the cut, that rap money ain't enough (woo) Blew a hundred like it's nothin', 'nother twenty in the duffle, huh? Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, uh Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail