Get Outta There lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Milan, that's another one, on God

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I'm outta there
Hey Splurge what the f..?
Get the f*ck outta there bro, get outta there
Ah sh*t get in there
Meow, ha, what
I smoke a opp and I’m outta there
I see the cops and I’m outta there
I got your b*tch yeah I’m outta there
Suck on my di*k and I’m outta there

[Verse 2: SSG Splurge]
Catch you down bad boy you outta there
We gone find where you trap, been out in there
We done lift that b*tch up like Aladdin-er
We pull up and shoot like a cavalier
He caught with that stick, bond outta there
My bro caught a body, he sat in there
I ain’t coming from Earth, I’m from Saturn-er
We just turn your house to a massacre

[Verse 3: Famous Dex]
Imma just shoot at your manager
That’s your lil b*tch she get outta there
She gave me head in the Benz, she outta there
Remember me boy you dead get outta there
I got a b*tch named Sarah, she got an ass I do it wherever
I swear the girl get outta there
She seeing the guns get outta there
She call her mom don’t tell her there
My charcoal like bums get outta there
You better not run get outta there
Hanging with me got guns everywhere
[Verse 4: SSG Splurge]
How we handle snitches, they having stitches
Call double-S G, they handle business
I put di*k in her mouth, she ain’t have a dentist
We gon clear this out we don’t leave a witness
Got a b*tch with a b*tch got a b*tch that’s a plenty b*tches
We go 'two-two' and left his ass with the fishes
I’m on Percocet too know I’m hella itchin
We gon come through with bricks from below the kitchen
You know I’m built like a wrestler
Slime in that b*tch, Brock Lesnar

[Verse 5: Famous Dex]
I got a b*tch named Ester, she wanna suck on Dexter
And I got better I’m faster, shoot at that n*gga like bast*rd
You look like the bast*rd I get the money catch up Casper
I keep a Glock on me I’m never lacking, huh, when I walk in these streets
Pop a lil pill, oo what’s the deal
b*tch I ain’t drinking on Hennessy
I drink lean I’m popping the seal
All these b*tches they into me
Look at my grill, you know this sh*t real
You run up on me, you my enemy
Don’t got no friends they my enemy
I got some money it’s into me huh
You not akin to me
Draco light his ass up like a Christmas tree
Yeah, you don't know how to do sh*t like that huh?
Yeah we ain't done with sh*t
[Verse 6: SSG Splurge]
Take him, put a n*gga in a chicken coup
Like smoke put a hen in the chicken coup
And the O's
Got a Draco with a hundred it gon knock out the close
He been missing for twenty-four days on the post
With an anthem b*tch frying sh*t up like you a poser
Draco with two spliffs frying sh*t up like a toaster
When she come to the crib make her park it like Rosa
And in Bel-Air I'm Rosa Parks high off the dosia