Lil Wayne feat. Young Thug – Out West Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Out West – Lil Wayne feat. Young Thug

No Ceilings 3, that’s right
Featuring Young Thug, let’s go..
Pull up on your block
Old school Chevy four doors
I hit four brick
When I spin it on Melrose
I was tryna kill ya
No brainer, scarecrow

I might shoot your casket, shoot the funeral, shoot the pastor
I’m ’bouta shoot the set and shoot the movie, shoot the actor
I’m ’bouta feel like the cameraman, n**ga
‘Cause I’m gonna shoot with a canon
I got the Uzi with the banana clip
You got the fruit like you Adam, yeah

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I let it ring like Saturn, yeah, I’m talkin’ rat-tat-tatta, yeah
I’m talkin’ grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta, yeah, sound like Spanish
I do the MC Hammer after I bat ’em,
They get the hammer and nails
Hand trigger, squeeze, black
Send ’em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell

Yeah, if I had a ‘zooka I’d blow this whole s**t up
Nina take it solo way ’cause she a soul sister
One over your head, one under your nose, n**ga
You’re comin’ back to like to pull up in a ghost, n**ga

Uh, I got the Devil in me, I got the reverend with me
I got your halo, I got your wings, I got your feathers with me
I got the feathers with me, rose petals with me
I got the shovel with me, and you in the desert with me
Drugs, I got several in me

Now dig your grave all by yourself
I got heads on top of my shelf
I got a graveyard under my belt
I want you six feet under that Earth
I put your picture on front of that shirt
I let my b**ch sleep in one of them shirts
And she let me piss and cum on that shirt

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Chop his head off, stop by his mama’s and drop his head off
I’m with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, I’m with Adolf
I got the Devil ridin’ shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer
Take a picture, say cheese, decompose, n**ga

B**ch, I got the Devil in me
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me
Oh, had a million safe in the ground
We gon’ dig ’em up
Graveyard, b**ch, I got shovel with me
You ain’t gotta do no askin’

I’m tryna shoot up the casket..④

Hit ’em in the stomach, gimme hiccups
If I had bazooka, I’d blow this whole s**t up
I’m tryna take the gold off his casket, wipe his nose
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m gonna do, man, only God knows
Shoot to the max when I pull up on you
Mad Max, I’m on one-thirty-two
Send a mask, watch me move when I move
I think I beat your caller, I think he want you

Anybody with ’em get whacked
Every time you see me, got a Gat’
And my b**ch she a brat
All these h*es did that
Why the f**k these n**gas did that
Tampax Pearl, n**ga, bleed through the jacket
Run up on ’em, take his racks
Blat, blat, blat, blat, blat

B**ch, I got the Devil in me
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me
Oh, had a million safe in the ground, we gon’ dig ’em up
Graveyard, b**ch, I got shovel with me
You ain’t gotta do no askin’

I’m tryna shoot up the casket..④
I’m tryna shoot up the casket..④

Uh, ayy, pull up on your block old school Chevy four doors
I hit four brick when I spin it on Melrose
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow
No Ceilings 3, Euro, Hoody Baby, Gudda Gudda…

➤ Written by Young Thug & Lil Wayne
Album: No Ceilings 3
Produced by Buddah Bless & Jabz
Lil Wayne | Young Thug | 2020

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