Not Out (Explicit)

Not Out (Explicit) - Quavo/Takeoff

Lyrics by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kirsnick Khari Ball

Composed by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kirsnick Khari Ball

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***a

We ain't the same We put that s**t on for real

No for real though

Northside s**t

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

S**t

You tryna cuff 'em

But if I wanted the b***h

She comin' with me

B***h

Fly to a island

Hop up a jet

We at the sex retreat

B***hes 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

F**k 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 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***a

I'ma pop it

Pop that s**t

You know what I'm sayin'

You know we work hard for this s**t

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 b***h

F**k a opp

We'll rock out

F**k 'em

Broke b***h out here trippin'

Lil' ho

Sit down

B***h

Pull up

Robotic coupe

Hit the button

Skrrt

It's night out

Lil' n***a

Don't touch that

Don't touch that

In the opp party

I'm clutchin'

Huh

If a n***a 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***a gon' blow the door off the function

Goo

Trappin' ain't dead

It's just not in

Nah

Young n***as rather go scam and spend

Scam

Young n***a rather go rep the trend

Young n***a rather go do a drill

Oh

Young n***a 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

F**k 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***a

We ain't the same We put that s**t on for real

No for real though

Northside s**t