Made it Out (Freestyle) Lyrics

Ayy, coming to you live from the motherfucking Burgh

Ayy, shout out to my mom, cause she the one who raised me

And shout out to SFN, cause that's Who made me

Got a big crib window glass tinted

No neighbors we can trap in it

This a M8 and it's fast with it

Fly past with it, do the dash with it

Aldi's how I bag bitches, they was laughing at me back then

But now I'm laughing at them driving past the bitches

I'm up, I ain't coming back, bitches

You was with me when I had digits

But when I was broke, you wanna act different

Bad bitch with an attitude, I hit it from the back, I be ass kicking

Bathroom with no toilet paper, cause Washington

I wipe my ass with him, my swag dripping

What are those? That shit ain't fly like a bad mitten

Don't like me, that's that

But I'mma plot if I can't get a little bag with him

My bag different

Last idiot tried to run up, didn't know I'm strapped with it

Made it out and went back in it

Riding around in this M8

At the Quick Trip putting gas in it

I'm smoking gas in it

Smoking dope, blowing smoke out the window

Ayy, this some gas innit

Got track phones still back flipping

Got mad racks in the stash hidden

They ass backwards with this cash getting I'm him

At the gym working my back in it

Really done to ran it up

Adding racks to racks like

I'm a mathematician

And I started out with nothing

But I ended up in your dad's position

And I went in all or nothing

And they tried to say that was a bad decision

I was really down bad, ain't have shit

So I had to get it

I could really show your ass how to get rich

But you have to listen

I could really help you cast a vision

I don't do nothing last minute

If I say it, it's the truth homie

This no cap, no catfishing

If we on the same team, just keep it a bean dog

I don't have to mention

I just fed the whole damn team like they my adolescents

No nonsense

These rookies don't know how to run it up

They just crawling

Really started out with nothing

Now a young'n really balling

And I'm still staying humble

This LV on my wallet

I've been in my duffel or bag, whatever they call it

They don't know where I'm coming from

Got a few cribs with an office

But they got to know I just doubled

I've been running shit like the offense

They ain't knocking my hustle

Really made a mill without college

Ayy I'm way too lit

SFN on my skin

And I'm iced out like a brick

And my whip came off a ship

Go tell the world I'm on my shit

I just doubled down, can't quit

And I bagged my bitch like a zip

She can smell it on me that I'm rich

You can smell it on me that I'm rich

I just flipped a three to a six

I've been with my team since we was gits

Some ain't in the streets, some is crips

But we good, whoever I'm with

I got real ones down the ride

So I cut them in on the split

Even my pops and them keep sticks

Ayy