Letra de ' Outta Here (feat. French Montana) ' de Trippie Redd

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