Outfit Lyrics – Lil Baby (feat. 21 Savage)

Song Credits

Sone Name	Outfit
Lead Vocals	Lil Baby & 21 Savage
Song Writer	Lil Baby & 21 Savage
Music Producer	Haze, Peeb & Splited Stupid
Label	Lil Baby
Release Date	December 23, 2024
Song Language	English
Copyright ©	Lil Baby

Lil Baby & 21 Savage – Outfit Lyrics

Yeah, 100K Like This A [?]
I Ain’t Goin’ Back And Forth, B!tch, I’m Capital P
Ain’t Dropped A Song With My Trap Still On Beat
We Got Three Thousand Pounds, How The F*ck We Gon’ Sleep?
Lost A Few Guys, But I Ain’t Lose No Sleep
Ain’t No Roof On This ‘rari, Ain’t Duckin’ No Beam
I’m The Big Dog, Niggas Puppies To Me
That’s My Shit, But She Can’t Be In Public With Me
F*ckin’ These B!tches Ain’t Nothin’ To Me
I Had Pretty Shit When It Was Ugly For Me
Real Hustler, I Am

I Could Send The Pack All The Way To Thailand
He Can’t Do Nothin’ For You, But I Can
Bulletproof Down Wherever I Land At
In The Hood Where I’m High In Demand At
Ten Whole Summers No Fumbles, I Ran That
Pillow Talkin’ To H*es Got Your Man Jacked
All That Hidin’ In The House Got Your Man Stamped
Baby Land, We Done Sold Out A Wham Pack
Certified, Came Home Servin’ ’em Gram Sacks
“Go Be Rich Or Die Tryin’,” I Chance That
I Took Off, But I Still Sent The Hand Bck
Give The Trenches Some Hope

Put It On Like I’m Still Sellin’ Dope, The New ‘rari A Four-door
Me And Bae On The Yacht, Pushin’ Poles
When We Done, Call ’em Over And Go Eat At Komodo
In Skyami, I Move Like A Pope Now
She A Good One, But Love To Get Choked Out
I Make Anywhere Turn To A Dope House
In The Mix, But I’m Keepin My Folks Out It, Yeah

Hoppin’ Out A Lambchop
Hotter Than Atlanta
Someone Cut The Fan On
Whole Lot Of Bands On Me, Yeah
Shirt Two Thousand, Jeans Six Thousand
Kicks Two Thousand, Dime On The Outfit
Dice Game Geeked Up, Cadillac, V-truck
Track’ With The Kill Switch, All That Type Shit

Buy The ‘rari, I’m Rich, I Ain’t Rent One
I’m On Chandler Where I Get My Tint Done
If She Askin’ For Money, I Send Some
Get Her Hair And Her Nails And Her Hips Done
All The Trucks Be P, We Got Ten Of ’em
When You Talk ’bout A Real One, I Been One
If You Point Out An Opp, I’ma Spin One
We Get Violent When Belt, Nigga, Then Some

Niggas Goin’ Back And Forth, Ain’t None Of That
If She Fine And She Thick, I’ma Double-tap
Put A Switch On The Back, Gotta Double-tap
Get Him Smacked, Turn Around, Give His Brother Dap
G-block Cutthroat, Where They Thuggin’ At?
It’s A Few Rap Niggas That’ll Never Rat
I’m One, Engineer, This Where You Cut It At
All The Fans And The Blogs Need To Study That

Super Saiyan From The Back, I Goku
She A Rachet-A*s B!tch, Put Her On Zeus
I’m A Player, I’ll Run Through The Whole Crew
Brought Drac’ With Me And It Know Kung-fu
If I Hit Him In The Jaw, Then He Gon’ Sue
Colored Diamonds In The Richard Like Hi-chews
She Like, “How The Car Barkin’? Ain’t No Roof”
When You Suck Me, I Don’t Wanna Feel No Tooth

Nigga, F*ck Your Big Dog, Say You Know Who
We Got Sticks For Them Niggas And Smoke Too
Need To Call The Opps Vibes, They H*es Too
Probabaly Wouldn’t Step On Shit With An Old Shoe
I Got Rich And I Iced Out The Whole Zoo
If She Bad And She Quiet I Go Through
Slow Music, She F*ckin’ Me Slow Too
I’m An R&B Nigga Off Pro Tools

If It’s War With Us, You Probably Gon’ Lose
From Atlanta, Ain’t Playin’ By No Rules
Catch Him At The Red Light, Nigga, Don’t Snooze
Glock 40, Gen5, Nigga, Don’t Move
Bulletproof Maybach, Put It On Cruise
Take A Nigga Main B!tch, Put Her On A Cruise
On Your Knees, Don’t Stop, Let Me See A Bruise
You Might Get A Cali’ Bag If You Make It Ooze

Hoppin’ Out A Lambchop
Hotter Than Atlanta
Someone Cut The Fan On
Whole Lot Of Bands On Me, Yeah
Shirt Two Thousand, Jeans Six Thousand
Kicks Two Thousand, Dime On The Outfit
Dice Game Geeked Up, Cadillac, V-Truck
Track’ With The Kill Switch, All That Type Shit

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