Pull your t#tt#es out, give me some inspiration (ooh)
Drink a whole pint, got some education (ahh)
Huh? Thank You Fizzle
Pull my choppa out the closet, I think that he gay (huh)
Brought my guns to the party, I’m ready to play (tu, tu, tu, tu)
I don’t wanna hear it b#tch, come here give me face (come here)
AK, HK, you could die today (aye)
You let me out of jail, you let a lion out the cage (huh)
I been high for days, I been high for days
If she is not a eater, don’t let that b#tch through the gate (no way)
I’m ready to rage (uh), I put molly in the cake
g#dd#mn, she just sucked soul out of mе (huh)
I might bring this b#tch with me to Miami beach
I’ve got tеn different hoes, in the Airbnb
Ooh, she got double D’s, ooh, she wanna f#ck on me
I ain’t hear my watch and it look like a gecko
You a broke n#gg# and you still rocking acro
House so big when I see it make the [?] grow
Nutted on her face I ain’t know she had freckles
I just got a ticket ’cause my diamonds keep fightin’
They ran outta summer so a n#gg# even whiter
A n#gg# off a bean when I walk it like I’m glidin’
I don’t need diamonds and a n#gg# still shining
You know I’m a Hi-tech monster
So many dirty Sprites at this point I need a sponsor
Twenty-five hoes in the crib I got a roster
Leanin’ so much I think this sh#t f#cked up my posture
Aw sh#t I linked up with Pump and Desto
Pistol grip pump, why the f#ck you got a vest on?
Taking hits in the ‘mil for ten bands your head gone
Now I’m shootin’ for the books I’m Mary Blesso
How you got ten cars but no license?
I just rented five hoes, I’m not wifin’
I’m a rockstar, I stay on star island
Told her she can lick it but I told her not to bite it
Desto dont stress hoes
If I tell him let go, he gon’ let go
How you flexin’ with that whip and it’s not yours?
I got a lil’ homie shoot you for some concords (Brr, pow)
This watch cost some commas
Rolex day, then I couldn’t bought a Honda (Sixty)
She got a sugar daddy and I got a baby momma
Shot a Wockhardt pint, you a b#tch so I’ma take it
The n#gg# k-roy even let the n#gg# taste it
He was short on his payment, f#ck his sister in a bas#ment
I was selling fake drugs in the club like I’m Jamaican (bomboclaat)
I got a fake act pint I just made it
Charge a n#gg# eighty-five hundred and he paid it
Whips a fake brick and sell it, hoes sell for eighty
Bout to drop a glass pint of red but I won’t break it
I’m drinkin’ [?], you probably think I’m cappin’
This b#tch twelve years old this gettin’ kinda nasty
I been talking sh#t six months straight my voice kinda raspy
Dope fiend my n#gg# got some act and I’m finna fly to Cali
Gucci, Louis V and Christian Dior (ouu)
I buy everything that you can’t afford (yeah)
Baguetties on my neck, that’s why I thank the lord (I thank him)
f#ck a b#tch and pass her back
Now that b#tch is yours
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Desto Dubb Lyrics – Outta Cage (Original)