Outlet Lyrics - Desiigner

Ooooo all the way it go 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Oooooaahhhhhhh 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Ooooo all the way it go 

Oooooaahhhhhhh 

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Got that Ruger on me, jeweler on me 

Mula on me, who the homie 

You be talking shit, got that boss bitch 

Boss bitch, hold on, I crashed the whip 

Choppa gon' lay down a nigga 

That's that O shit, boss shit 

Ready to switch up 

Got that new money 

Blue money, ready to pick up 

Like ooooooo, choppa gon' bury a nigga 

I go get it how I live it 

Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory 

The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick 

Yeah niggas beefin' is all a memory 

I let 'em hate, talk shit, talk shit 

Yeah, nigga, this is all it did to me 

More bottles, more bitches, more gold 

More hoes, this is all a victory 

Photos 

Ballin' hard in my i8 

Watch it swerve, keep my mind straight 

Dip and dash, hit ya guy gate 

Dip and dash, hit ya guy face 

I be talking like I got a Rays Charles choppa 

Yeah that's my blind date 

You be talking like you B.I.G 

You'll get crossed out, you ain't got faith 

That's that guy snake 

Watch out for that guy snake 

Big bullets with the U-Haul truck 

So we move his ass 'round my place 

Move his ass over there and over there 

Take his ass around (THLLLLLAH ) 

That's what happens when it's my state 

Whip the glass 'til the pot break 

Whip the glass, gotta watch snakes 

Whip the glass, gotta watch jakes 

Niggas coming fast, choppa whip his ass 

Everybody gotta tryna buy plate 

Everybody tryna whip the coke up 

Get it back to the Tri-State 

Get it back to the Tri-State 

Get it back to the Tri-State 

That's the rocket launcher or that golden Smithen 

Smith and Wesson, it'll eject ya, golden hit ya 

That them black and white, the pandas go and get ya 

Got that gold watch 

....with me, getting more liquor 

She be paparazzin' with her tits out, getting more liquor 

I be countin' money, gettin' cash 

Yeah gettin' more jigga 

Let me find out that you riding 'round with them broke niggas 

Everybody riding town, yeah niggas gon' get ya 

And they gon' hit ya 

Fill you with holes, nigga 

I done get it how I get it 

Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory 

Smith and Wesson, it'll eject ya 

Golden hit ya 

That's the black and white, pandas gon' get ya 

Got gold bottle with that stripper with me 

Getting more liquor, more pigeons, more cash 

More chicken 

Dead niggas come through, gon' flip 'em 

Old niggas own niggas, I'm my own nigga 

I'm a king, welcome to the throne, nigga 

Barreled up, hit you with the stones, nigga 

Knock you out, Mr. Larry Holmes, nigga 

Switch it up, clap you chrome, nigga 

On the camera, hit you with the drones, nigga 

Hot97 turn to Mac 11 

Everybody worried 'bout me, get ya own, nigga 

Ball out champion, fall out champion 

Ball out champion, fall out champion 

Ball out champion, fall out champion 

The war not never done 

Ayy, ayy, ayy, true 

Ball like a champion, fall like a champion 

Ball like a champion 

Ball like a champion, fall like a champion 

Ball like a champion 

Ball like a champion, fall like a champion 

Ball like a champion 

Ball like a champion, fall like a champion 

Ball like a champion 

Ball like a champion, fall like a champion 

Ball like a champion 

Ball like a champion, fall like a champion 

Ball like a champion