A.N.G.B KD - Make it Out (feat. Quincyupnxt)

I told my mama I'm up next, I'm finna go to Hollywood
Even though I'm planning to leave the hood, they know it's all good
I'm young and turnt, get in motion, what the fuck is a childhood
But some niggas say he gon' rob me, I wish a nigga would
These niggas going so viral, people posting me on Facebook
So I got to keep this Mac on me, he ain't talking about no book
I'm cooking on this beat, I'm spitting on this bitch without no hook
This shit I rap about, come off the dome, I don't need no notebook
But I'm still here trying to get the frauds, so we got some Macbooks
Some labels trying to sign me, but it's gon' cost a couple checks
We all dumb niggas spending dumb money, cause I got benzine
I got Haiti like Lebron and Kyrie, you know we dumb niggas
Told my niggas, we gon' make it out the streets
I'm out searching for my opps, cause they tryna duck the beef
let the world know they some bitches, I just sent they ass a leak
Wait till my opps send the lo, bitch that's who I'm tryna meet
Drop the lo, but they can't cause them niggas tryna duck
We gon' set em with the shorty cause we know he tryna fuck
Nigga better run his pockets tryna keep his chain tucked
Let me get that watch too, that shit worth a couple bucks
Oh shit, what the fuck
caught a opp is what I see, we fuck around and jump his ass
Can't wait to catch me a kb!
If we catch him in new J's, me and Dom knock off his feet
(Boom, Boom) Head shot, I only need to let off three
Told my niggas, we gon' make it out the hood
I make 20k a kill, so you know my pockets good
I done inhaled all my opps, they shit burning up like wood
My opps don't never be outside, I would've killed them if I could

Written by:
Keyondre Duo, Quintin Fleming

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