Not Out Lyrics by Quavo & Takeoff
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
(DJ Durell)
Let’s get it
What we doin’? Said let’s pop out (Pop out)
Updated my roster, had to swap out (Swap out)
You can’t find it ’cause it’s not out (You know it ain’t, haha)
(N****, we ain’t the same. We put that shit on for real)
No for real though (Northside shit) (Go)
I hop on the plane (Let’s get it)
Don’t go nowhere without that money on me (Money)
I feel like I’m Mike
I got a suitcase with two hundred for emergencies (Only)
Two wire infinity bracelets, I’m hunted lowkey, it ain’t nothin’ to me (Shit)
You tryna cuff ’em, but if I wanted the bitch, she comin’ with me (Bitch)
Fly to a island, hop up a jet, we at the sex retreat
Bitches runnin’ ’round geeked (Geeked)
I ain’t been home in weeks (Weeks)
It’s a lot of more chicken to get
And I ain’t been sleep (Sleep)
She left, she did me a favor (Thank you)
Now I done turn to a beast (Rrr)
I bang her so much the crib told that bit‘ told me she want me to give her some to eat (You kiddin’ me)
He tried to play with the gang, fuck him
Bring out the broom and sweep (Sweep)
I BB the belt, diamonds on the buckle
Leather crosses on the denim, touch ’em (Touch ’em)
He ain’t steppin’, boy, that n**** a sucker (Sucker)
I’m havin’ motion and muscle (Havin’ it)
I’m havin’ motion and muscle
You know I don’t really pop it
But if it’s time to pop a n****, I’ma pop it (Pop that shit)
You know what I’m sayin’?
You know we work hard for this shit
We took the gang out the hood in Hollywood
For real
(Huncho)
What we doin’? Ayy, let’s pop out (Woo, we gone)
Lil’ bro got that stick and he so shot out (Brr, shot)
Gang-gang in this bitch, fuck a opp, we’ll rock out (Fuck ’em)
Broke bitch out here trippin’, lil’ ho, sit down (Bitch)
Pull up, robotic coupe, hit the button (Skrrt)
It’s night out, lil’ n****, don’t touch that (Don’t touch that)
In the opp party, I’m clutchin’ (Huh)
If a n**** look wrong, then I’m bussin’ (Raah)
Too paranoid, geeked off of somethin’ (Too geeked)
If they lookin’, I’m leavin’ the country (I’m gone)
Maybe I go off to London
Young n**** gon’ blow the door off the function (Goo)
Trappin’ ain’t dead, it’s just not in (Nah)
Young n***** rather go scam and spend (Scam)
Young n**** rather go rep the trend
Young n**** rather go do a drill (Oh)
Young n**** better go handle his (Woo)
In the trap, I done turned to a millionaire (On God)
He wanted some pounds, I said “Send ’em where?” (Pew)
Ayy, Take’, how many bags is sittin’ there? (On team)
I can’t count the number, all these bags we got (Three, four, five, six, seven, fuck it)
Can’t tell me how many times I told you “You hot” (Hot, hot)
I can’t tell you how much money we got (Nah)
I can’t (I can’t)
I can’t (I can’t)
I can’t (I can’t)
I can’t (I can’t)
(You know that) Let’s go
What we doin’? Said let’s pop out (Pop out)
Updated my roster, had to swap out (Swap out)
You can’t find it ’cause it’s not out (You know it ain’t, haha)
(N****, we ain’t the same. We put that shit on for real)
No for real though (Northside shit)
