R3alt4lk - Make It Out (Remix) lyrics

Hook/Chorus: All of them k**ers won't make it out Car crash, call it, racing out All of them k**ers won't make it out Car crash, call it, racing out Got a big brick, trying build a house Tryna run my Mercedes out Big grams in the granny couch All of them k**ers won't make it out I said all of them k**ers won't make it out Car crash, call it, racing out All of them k**ers won't make it out The car crash, call it, racing out Got a big brick, tryna build a house Tryna run my Mercedes out Big grams in the granny couch All of them k**ers won't make it out I said all of the k**ers won't make it out Car crash, call it, racing out All of them k**ers won't make it out Car crash, call it, racing out Got a big brick, tryna build a house Tryna run my Mercedes out Big grams in the granny couch All of them k**ers won't make it out I said all of the k**ers won't make it out Car crash, call it, racing out All of them k**ers won't make it out The car crash, call it, racing out Got a big brick, tryna build a house Tryna run my Mercedes out Big grams in the granny couch All of them k**ers won't make it out Desiigner verse: All of them k**ers won't make it out The car crash, call it racing out The bullet kissing call it making out They never said it out, opposed or nothing Chopper known for dumping, make a n***a start Forrest Gumping When I catch that boy forest fronting Chopper blow stomach so his body is always jumping Cause my n***as don't pull for nothing We gone run up on you, we gone get you wet Toke a lot like you serving brick Tryna get me rich and I f** your b**h And she s** a dick on some other sh** These n***as, think they're tryna hate on me Take me, they try to put weight on me Gotta ride 'round with that thing on me Catch 'em out slipping, 'bout 43, word to me I'ma just keep it all, throwing dirt on me How about the 90, you heard of me? Chopper rips open like surgery I'm back from the dead, close the curtain spree All my k**ers gone get away Savage come through, he gone get away Mikey come through, he gone rip it fast Everybody gone ripping face And I'm a k**er Feeling like I'm Scottie Pippen, woo! You heard that Gotti engine, woo! You heard I'm karate flipping, woo! Now haters, they ought to mention Cut through the diamond, bih I got guns and they're shooting like Tony Flipping Codeine, you know I sip it Y'all n***as ought to mention (Chorus/Hook) R3alt4lk verse: I said all of them k**ers won't make it out Hundred bands when I take the shots and I roll up on your block You know that I got the Glock extended clips you messing with my gang Hundred bands man I go insane Run up on you and you won't see the pain Cause everybody known how i did it lil man And I go insane when I pull the Glock out p**y a** n***a why you talking? Gotta hundred bands in my mother f**ing pocket and you know when I see you you ain't walking Body on the ground and you know that we flipping And we grabbing on that tech and you know that we sipping And you really wanna play with my name when I run up on you and I smash your brain Double fmg cause you know I got it Hundred bands and you think you bout it Ima run up on you ima drop them windows Cause you know you ain't got it Man im straight up out of Philly i lost 2 of my n***as to gun violence But they really won't make it out cause i know you ain't even trying I know you ain't got no shots Man you ain't got no Glock I don't even see you pulling out so you won't ever hit no shots Man its R3AL man And you won't make it out Man I'm only 17 got 500k inside my bank account So all of them k**ers won't make it out (Chorus/Hook)