Made It Out lyrics

[Intro]
(d.a. got that dope)

[Chorus]
My dog fresh out the box
He back to toting Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n*ggas getting zipped for all that gangster sh*t they was tryna pop
n*ggas cannot slip 'cause the problem is that they would not make it out
I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
Racks, I'm thumbing them, ayy, ayy
Got the pack, fell in love, that's my baby
Got him on the streets with the throwaway
Try to slime me, blow his nose away

[Verse]
I want all the smoke, Mary Janе
Chop with the scope, I'm bringing pain
Can't love thеse hoes, they f*cking for fame
Just be f*cking these hoes, I don't even know they name
If you ask for my, you wouldn't even know the half
I don't even pillow talk, I don't even like to brag
Jumped fresh out, elevated my swag
My n*gga jumped out, went back to selling slabs
Them n*ggas I know, they don't know how to dab
All they know is cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab
My other n*ggas scam, got rich off a laptop
Ballin' hard for the crib, don't need no blacktop
Drippin' in designer, I'm a Dior mascot
All this cash money, I can make your b*tch bed rock
Dope di*k, she sloppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl
Leave me for dude? Ho, you better not
Fly lil' n*gga, I could pull up in the jet now
Came up quick, other n*ggas would've wrecked out
Baptize the money, bank account real blessed now
Thank the Lord I made it, I ain't gotta be stressed out
Aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out
Bet he run up, f*ck it, gon' knock your legs out
f*ck a Hellcat, big dog, bring your Lambs out
Stick in the hood, I ain't tryna throw hands now
[Chorus]
My dog fresh out the box
He back to toting Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n*ggas getting zipped for all that gangster sh*t they was tryna pop
n*ggas cannot slip 'cause the problem is that they would not make it out
I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
Racks, I'm thumbing them, ayy, ayy
Got the pack, fell in love, that's my baby
Got him on the streets with the throwaway
Try to slime me, blow his nose away