Outfit Lyrics – Lil Baby, 21 Savage

Read the full Outfit lyrics by Lil Baby and 21 Savage along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Yeah, 100K light, that’s just travel to me (Check, please)
I ain’t going back and forth, b!tch, I’m capital P
Ain’t dropped a song when my trap still on beat
We got three thousand pounds, how the fu*k we gon’ sleep?
Lost a few guys, but I ain’t lose no sleep
Ain’t no roof on this ‘Rari, ain’t ducking no beam (What else?)
I’m the big dog, n!ggas puppies to me (What?)
That’s my s*it, but she can’t be in public with me
Fu*king these b!tches ain’t nothing to me
I had pretty s*it when it was ugly for me (On God)
Real hustler, I am (Am)

I could send a pack all the way to Thailand (Thailand)
He can’t do nothing for you, but I can (I’m him, I can)
Bulletproof, that wherever I land at
In the hood where I’m high in demand at (Demand)
Ten whole summers, no fumbles, I ran that
Pillow talking to hoes got your man jacked
All that hiding in the house got your man stamped
Baby land, we done sold out a WHAM pack (Gone)
Certified, came home serving ’em gram sacks
“Go be rich or die trying,” I chance that (Chance it)
I took off, but I still sent a hand back (A hand)
Give the trenches some hope
Put it on like I’m still selling dope, the new ‘Rari a four door (Four door)
Me and bae on the yacht with some hoes
When we done, call ’em over and go eat at Komodo
In Skyami, I move like a pope now (Keisha)
She a good one, but love to get choked out (Come here)
I make anywhere turn to a dope house
In the mix, but I’m keepin my folks out it, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Hopping 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 s*it

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Bought a ‘Rari, I’m rich, I ain’t rent one
I’m on Candler where I get my tint done
If she asking for money, I send som
et 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 a opp, I’ma spin one
We give all of ’em belt, n!gga, then some
N!ggas going 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 thugging at
It’s a few rap n!ggas 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-ass 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 barking?” ain’t no roof
When you suck me, I don’t wanna feel no tooth
N!gga, fu*k your big dog, say you know who
We got sticks for them n!ggas and smoke too
Need to call the opps vibes, they hoes too
Probably wouldn’t step on s*it with a old shoe
I got rich and I iced out the whole zoo
If she bad and she quiet, I go through
Slow music, she fu*king me slow too
I’m an R&B n!gga off Pro Tools
If it’s war with us, you probably gon’ lose
From Atlanta, ain’t playing by no rules
Catch him at the red light, n!gga, don’t snooz
lock .40, Gen5, n!gga, don’t move
Bulletproof Maybach, put it on cruise
Take a n!gga main b!tch, put her on a cruise
On your knees, don’t stop, let me see a bruise
You might get a Kelly bag if you make it ooze

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 21 Savage]
Hopping out a lambchop (Ooze)
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 s*it