Outta Here Lyrics – French Montana ft. Trippie Redd

Outta Here Lyrics

[Intro]
You know what it is
You hear that? Huh?
Trippie
B!tch, we out here
Yeah

[Chorus]
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 b!tch 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, b!tch, I could never fail

[Verse 1]
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
F*ck her from the back, aw shit, I’m really him
I don’t f*ck with n!ggas, b!tch, yeah, I feel like Zim
I don’t f*ck with n!ggas, shit, that’s because I’m him

[Chorus]
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 b!tch 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, b!tch, I could never fail

[Verse 2]
(Montana)
Trappin’, you could tell, hit me on the cell (Ring)
Rollin’ like I lost a case, b!tch, 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, b!tch, we outta here (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
F*cked the b!tch, 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?

[Chorus]
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 b!tch 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, b!tch, I could never fail

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