YR Flighter - Make It Out

Huh
Yea uhh
Uhh
We gon make it
We gon make it out
Get this cake wit ones that stayed around
They gon hate but it’s too late for now
Get this paper get this paper how
We gon make it
We gotta make it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
We gon make it
We gotta make it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
I was in the quick sand
Fronted on me now look she a big fan
Flighter won’t u quit playin
That’s ya bitch
But that aint what ya bitch sayin
Got the flow highly flammable
Flighter the animal
They gon hate when they can handle you
That’s understandable
Jus seem confusing
But we jus keep improving
I make the beat and chew it
Cause that real shit I speak it fluent
This deeper music
We jus chasing dream
Like my paper green
Sorry shawty ain’t make the team
But don’t make a scene
You know I fuck wit you the long way
You fuck around and went the wrong way
I know I stress
Smoke in my chess
Shit I done see seen
Know that you can’t digest
I gotta smoke one
Before I’m noddin out
They gon fake it
And we gon grind it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
Get this cake wit ones that stayed around
They gon hate but it’s too late for now
Get this paper get this paper how
We gon make it
We gotta make it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
We gon make it
We gotta make it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
Take money
Take money money
Break
It ain’t over till the fat lady sing
The crack lady sing
Early in the morning trap baby thing
Do ya thing
Sour in the raw
Falling off nigga not at all
I been goin hard
Bouts show you niggas how to ball
Niggas hoes gettin snatched
Fuck around met ya match
It was mice where I rest
Throw some ice on my chest
Full speed nothin less
Hennessy on my breath
Old things wanna text
To the left to the left
She a bad lil whorta
I mean of course I
Take her back from where I caught I
Flighter torta
Marathon I let the tourch fly
You get ya pork fried
She on the wood like it’s court side
But bitch it’s north side aye
We gon make it
We gon make it out
Get this cake wit ones that stayed around
They gon hate but it’s too late for now
Get this paper get this paper how
We gon make it
We gotta make it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
We gon make it
We gotta make it out
We gon make it
We gon make it out
Aye
Take money
Saucy

Written by:
Schrod Morris

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