Sky Bento and Young Walt Dez - Make It Out (feat. GMD Jets)

Our only dream was to make it out
Nigga what now?
You can't tell me shit, I don't give a fuck now
Nigga duck down
Get the fuck down
Shorty she love how I do it, she want me to fuck now
She say she want me to bust rounds
Ever since a nigga made it out
They riding dick like a bus route
Smoking a fatty like Albert
Keep my little name out your mush mouth
Unless you saying the Bento
Yea yea, say the mothafucking Bento
They done talked behind my back
Said they loved me but it’s cap
I just had to cop a strap
Hope I never have to let it blast
If I need you don’t you lock up
Some of my niggas they locked up
Some of my niggas got mopped up
Ops thought that they could stop us aye
Send shots I ain’t running
I didn’t do this for nothing
They tried to poke me up for I left
Slid in my lane from a shorty text
Niggas thought they put fear in me
Zombie nigga ain’t no scaring me
Mike and Bron that’s a .223
Writing verses feel like eulogies
Cause I’m steady killing you niggas
Left me for dead
I ain’t healing you niggas
I’m drilling you niggas
This not a game
I ain’t dealing with niggas
I’m stealing on niggas
Rolex store not appealing to niggas
New Baghdad this shit is real to my niggas
War ready fuck a presidential
Donald Trump he ain’t say The Bento
Killing you niggas, it’s just the intro
They asked me what I would do
If I didn’t win
Guess we’ll never know
Don’t ask me again
Our only dream was to make it out
Nigga what now?
You can't tell me shit, I don't give a fuck now
Nigga duck down
Get the fuck down
Shorty she love how I do it, she want me to fuck now
She say she want me to bust rounds
Ever since a nigga made it out
They riding dick like a bus route
Smoking a fatty like Albert
Keep my little name out your mush mouth
Unless you saying the Bento
Yea yea, say the mothafucking Bento
Yea, please say the Bento
We gon' hit up Rodeo for sure
I'm rocking Dior, no these ain't no Kenzos
S550 my Benzo that's the shit that a nigga been dreaming 'bout
And I hate when I think about cuz
He stuck on them drugs my nigga been fienden out
You know I got what you need
I told my bro you can make it you got what it takes you just gotta believe nigga
Cartier glasses I see bigger
I talked to bro on the phone
He asked me why did you leave niggas
I couldn't settle for 3 figures
Bro it's a drought I don't do this for clout
I'm a do this shit so I can feed niggas
Way too many funerals I been to
I'm a count the racks all day for sure
Thinking bout the shit a nigga been through
Thinking bout the shit I been through
Our only dream was to make it out
Nigga what now?
You can't tell me shit, I don't give a fuck now
Nigga duck down
Get the fuck down
Shorty she love how I do it, she want me to fuck now
She say she want me to bust rounds
Ever since a nigga made it out
They riding dick like a bus route
Smoking a fatty like Albert
Keep my little name out your mush mouth
Unless you saying the Bento
Yea yea, say the mothafucking Bento
And say it with your fucking chest, nigga
Fuck the best in my city, I'm just the motherfucking best, nigga
Why the fuck you think I left nigga? My only choice was to make it out
But I'm 508 to the death nigga, they only dream was to take us down
Crab out the barrel in Cali now
Ashes all over my Macbook, came a long way from them hand me downs
I fell in love with Atlanta, I think I'm addicted to Waffle House
My nigga think he a artist now, if I tell him to draw they gon' chalk you out
Don't try me, just bow, like Fivi
Foreign mami, I need the brain like a zombie
Bus it, ride me
Young ass nigga from the bottom, I come from where it get grimy yea yea

Written by:
Dez Fermino, Skylyr Bento

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