Phvrvoh - Outta Here Lyrics

Yea Yea Yea
I’m Outta Here
Yea yea
Glyphs
Glyphs
I’m gon’ slide
I’m outta here
Neck got range
Wrist in flames
Gotta bad bitch she top tier
Forgiatos look glazed
Roof concaved
Nigga fuck yo drip I don’t rock gear
In the satchel like Paige
You ain’t getting money
Lil baby why the fuck you around here
Nigga get the fuck up outta here
Nigga get the fuck
Big stepped on the scene
Frankstein mean
Better run they created a monster
Big body on the truck like a tonka
Boy I’m cutting thru my green like a lawn mower
Aye
She tried to finesse
Like all of the rest
But my main got me hip, now I’m on to her
Show me what her mouth do
I don’t talk to her
Bloody base on the shoes Imma stomp on em
They riding wave
Don’t drown
That’s word to the Swank boy I see ya
Gotta give the bro’s credit like a visa
Get the bread, like a baker, like Anita
Nigga wanna act cold grab the heater
Imma put the white on ya body like a beater
I don’t wanna skate kick it, see ya, John cena
Cayenne 4 seater
I’m outta here
Neck got range
Wrist in flames
Gotta bad bitch she top tier
Forgiatos look glazed
Roof concaved
Nigga fuck yo drip I don’t rock gear
In the satchel like Paige
You ain’t getting money lil baby Why the fuck you around here
Nigga get the fuck up outta here
Nigga get the fuck
I'm important
Dropping off the baby like the stork and
I’m drowning in the diamonds like it's water
Your team moving around you They informant
They extort ya
Boy I eat up the beat neat
Put it in a street sheet
I think you really need to call the coroner
I can do it in my sleep g
Still getting blue cheese
On a island, fucking on a forigener
In the i-8
Put your face up on a page like it’s MySpace
Trigger itchy but the finger never vibrate
Why wait
Big bag
My weight
Sipping liquor when a nigga hydrate yeah
Ain’t no PO
Got people that violate ya
Go from zero to any number you can think of
So much dough hoe you know I show the bank love
Tell ya main bitch put a drank up
Yeah
I’m outta here
Neck got range
Wrist in flames
Gotta bad bitch she top tier
Forgiatos look glazed
Roof concaved
Nigga fuck yo drip I don’t rock gear
In the satchel like Paige
You ain’t getting money lil baby why the fuck you around here
Nigga get the fuck up outta here
Nigga get the fuck

Yea Yea Yea
I’m Outta Here
Yea yea
Glyphs
Glyphs
I’m gon’ slide
I’m outta here
Neck got range
Wrist in flames
Gotta bad bitch she top tier
Forgiatos look glazed
Roof concaved
Nigga fuck yo drip I don’t rock gear
In the satchel like Paige
You ain’t getting money
Lil baby why the fuck you around here
Nigga get the fuck up outta here
Nigga get the fuck
Big stepped on the scene
Frankstein mean
Better run they created a monster
Big body on the truck like a tonka
Boy I’m cutting thru my green like a lawn mower
Aye
She tried to finesse
Like all of the rest
But my main got me hip, now I’m on to her
Show me what her mouth do
I don’t talk to her
Bloody base on the shoes Imma stomp on em
They riding wave
Don’t drown
That’s word to the Swank boy I see ya
Gotta give the bro’s credit like a visa
Get the bread, like a baker, like Anita
Nigga wanna act cold grab the heater
Imma put the white on ya body like a beater
I don’t wanna skate kick it, see ya, John cena
Cayenne 4 seater
I’m outta here
Neck got range
Wrist in flames
Gotta bad bitch she top tier
Forgiatos look glazed
Roof concaved
Nigga fuck yo drip I don’t rock gear
In the satchel like Paige
You ain’t getting money lil baby Why the fuck you around here
Nigga get the fuck up outta here
Nigga get the fuck
I'm important
Dropping off the baby like the stork and
I’m drowning in the diamonds like it's water
Your team moving around you They informant
They extort ya
Boy I eat up the beat neat
Put it in a street sheet
I think you really need to call the coroner
I can do it in my sleep g
Still getting blue cheese
On a island, fucking on a forigener
In the i-8
Put your face up on a page like it’s MySpace
Trigger itchy but the finger never vibrate
Why wait
Big bag
My weight
Sipping liquor when a nigga hydrate yeah
Ain’t no PO
Got people that violate ya
Go from zero to any number you can think of
So much dough hoe you know I show the bank love
Tell ya main bitch put a drank up
Yeah
I’m outta here
Neck got range
Wrist in flames
Gotta bad bitch she top tier
Forgiatos look glazed
Roof concaved
Nigga fuck yo drip I don’t rock gear
In the satchel like Paige
You ain’t getting money lil baby why the fuck you around here
Nigga get the fuck up outta here
Nigga get the fuck