We Outta Here (Version 2) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
If Wheezy outta here, we outta here
Private jet lag, we flew here
Kel-Tec and TEC, n*ggas kill here
Hi-Tech attack, pourin' red, yeah
I ain't never lack, at all, yeah, I'ma keep the steel here
Nowadays I'm never in the mall, yeah, just hit the Saks Fifth
Lace up the Raf Simons, uh, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Balmain and Vetements, yeah, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Saint Laurent Premadonna, I got it all, yeah
Codeine with the marijuana, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, let's get it, get it, get it, yeah
Uh, please get me some racks, okay
I don't need your racks, okay?
Gun on my hip when I walk to the bank
If I'm broke, hit a lick, I need what's in your safe
My right wrist be a Lambo', the left is a Wraith
December 2nd, that's my birthday
I reminded that, because I'm getting the cake
If that n*gga trippin' we gon' put him away
You can call me Suge (Okay)
Pray to God I'll have fun today
'Cause these n*ggas tryna steal my wave
Uh, they gon' end up drowning, f*ck it
So many, I can't count it, f*ck it (Oh)
[Bridge]
It's just me and Wheezy, makin' sh*t look easy
Uh, burnin' them trees, sippin' that lean, gettin' the green
Nothing come in between, f*ck do you mean?
I'm Freddy Krueger in your dream
Wake up, MAC tear his face up

[Chorus]
If Wheezy outta here, we outta here
Private jet lag, we flew here
Kel-Tec and TEC, n*ggas kill here
Hi-Tech attack, pourin' red, yeah
I ain't never lack, at all, yeah, I'ma keep the steel here
Nowadays I'm never in the mall, yeah, just hit the Saks Fifth
Lace up the Raf Simons, uh, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Balmain and Vetements, yeah, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Saint Laurent Premadonna, I got it all, yeah
Codeine with the marijuana, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Uh, shoot it like a Laker, n*gga better pay up
Me and his b*tch lay up, all night and day, yuh
Stripes on her, no zebra (Let's go)
That b*tch, she from Mexico, I call her my Amiga (Uh-huh)
Everything was cool until I found out she wasn't single
Still hit it, yeah, I'm killin' for mine and my family, n*gga
Ain't no new friends, just family business
Oh, I'm going to the opp block, are you comin' with me?
Be ready to lace up and shoot up the semis
We gon' give a n*gga plenty, we gon' give a n*gga twenty
We gon' give a n*gga thirty, way too many
[Chorus]
If Wheezy outta here, we outta here
Private jet lag, we flew here
Kel-Tec and TEC, n*ggas kill here
Hi-Tech attack, pourin' red, yeah
I ain't never lack, at all, yeah, I'ma keep the steel here
Nowadays I'm never in the mall, yeah, just hit the Saks Fifth
Lace up the Raf Simons, uh, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Balmain and Vetements, yeah, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Saint Laurent Premadonna, I got it all, yeah
Codeine with the marijuana, oh, oh