Make It Out by Kdubzz Lyrics
Ohh
Yeah
Mmm
Kdubzz
Kdubzz
Remember when you say you fuck with me
You never ride for me
So much pain
But I got all of this pride in me
Nights in the rain
Got that glizzy on my side on me
Thug out them hard times
It’s gon be a ride homie
And I promise all my shootas we gon make it out
Hustle through these packs out in Cali ship em out
Gotta pave the road get my family out this drought
We just tryna make it out
We just tryna find a route
Damn I miss my dead homies
Really in the streets with it
Fns and Glock 9’s really got that heat in em
I can’t do no lane switching in my own lane with it
S5 to C class ducking all these lames in it
You a skeezaaa
You a eataaaa
Dumb lil treesha I'm tryna stack my breesh up
Said I’m tryna stack my breesh up
Yeah
Steady be grinding rags to them riches
I’m hearing y’all talk and y’all not the business
My brodie got locked he was outta them trenches
Free all of the opps
There’s no social no distance yeah
Slide with a mop and a stick and a weapon
Smoking on this gas it feel like a piston
I’m gripping on the wheel it don’t feel right
I thought that you loved me
Said I’m talking through the night ohh
Shitted on them rats and them rodents who ain’t believe in me
Ice cold Moncler for the weather that boy so sleezy
Ask me if these real
Babygirl these shits is VVS
Trippin off the wok and it got me feeling sleepy
Feeling sleepy
And i’m dreaming
Lucid dreaming
Pop a percy
Putting work in
Yeah
Remember when you say you fuck with me
You never ride for me
So much pain
But I got all of this pride in me
Nights in the rain
Got that glizzy on my side on me
Thug out them hard times
It’s gon be a ride homie
And I promise all my shootas we gon make it out
Hustle through these packs out in Cali ship em out
Gotta pave the road get my family out this drought
We just tryna make it out
We just tryna find a route
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh
Yeah
Mmm
Kdubzz
Kdubzz
Remember when you say you fuck with me
You never ride for me
So much pain
But I got all of this pride in me
Nights in the rain
Got that glizzy on my side on me
Thug out them hard times
It’s gon be a ride homie
And I promise all my shootas we gon make it out
Hustle through these packs out in Cali ship em out
Gotta pave the road get my family out this drought
We just tryna make it out
We just tryna find a route
Damn I miss my dead homies
Really in the streets with it
Fns and Glock 9’s really got that heat in em
I can’t do no lane switching in my own lane with it
S5 to C class ducking all these lames in it
You a skeezaaa
You a eataaaa
Dumb lil treesha I'm tryna stack my breesh up
Said I’m tryna stack my breesh up
Yeah
Steady be grinding rags to them riches
I’m hearing y’all talk and y’all not the business
My brodie got locked he was outta them trenches
Free all of the opps
There’s no social no distance yeah
Slide with a mop and a stick and a weapon
Smoking on this gas it feel like a piston
I’m gripping on the wheel it don’t feel right
I thought that you loved me
Said I’m talking through the night ohh
Shitted on them rats and them rodents who ain’t believe in me
Ice cold Moncler for the weather that boy so sleezy
Ask me if these real
Babygirl these shits is VVS
Trippin off the wok and it got me feeling sleepy
Feeling sleepy
And i’m dreaming
Lucid dreaming
Pop a percy
Putting work in
Yeah
Remember when you say you fuck with me
You never ride for me
So much pain
But I got all of this pride in me
Nights in the rain
Got that glizzy on my side on me
Thug out them hard times
It’s gon be a ride homie
And I promise all my shootas we gon make it out
Hustle through these packs out in Cali ship em out
Gotta pave the road get my family out this drought
We just tryna make it out
We just tryna find a route
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh