Outfit Lyrics – Lil Baby ft 21 Savage

“Outfit” is a new english song by Lil Baby, featuring 21 Savage. The song is released on Lil Baby Official’s YouTube channel, written by Lil Baby, 21 Savage, Peeb, Splited Stupid, Haze (Producer), Josh Taylor (Producer), and ZtheSavage. Produced by Peeb, Haze, Splited Stupid, and Josh Taylor, the track is from the album WHAM, delivering a hard-hitting and confident vibe that captures the essence of street success and luxury.

The lyrics of “Outfit” convey themes of wealth, street credibility, and personal growth. Both Lil Baby and 21 Savage reflect on their rise to fame, with Lil Baby boasting about his hustle and the luxury lifestyle that comes with it, while 21 Savage adds his own touch of unapologetic bravado. The song emphasizes the contrast between their past struggles and present achievements, with vivid references to high-end fashion, exotic cars, and street mentality. Throughout, the track maintains a celebratory and defiant tone, demonstrating the artists’ confidence in their status and their relentless pursuit of success.

Outfit Details

Outfit Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Yeah, hundred K light, that’s just travel to me (Check, please)
I ain’t goin’ back and forth, bitch, I’m capital P
Ain’t dropped a song when my trap still on beat
We got three thousand pounds, how the fuck we gon’ sleep?
Lost a few guys, but I ain’t lose no sleep
Ain’t no roof on this ‘Rari, ain’t duckin’ no beam (What else?)
I’m the big dog, niggas puppies to me (What?)
That’s my shit, but she can’t be in public with me
Fuckin’ these bitches ain’t nothin’ to me
I had pretty shit 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 nothin’ 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 talkin’ to hoes got your man jacked
All that hidin’ in the house got your man stamped
Baby land, we done sold out a WHAM pack (Gone)
Certified, came home servin’ ’em gram sacks
“Go be rich or die tryin’,” 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 sellin’ 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]
Hoppin’ 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 shit

[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 askin’ for money, I send some
Get 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, nigga, then some
Niggas goin’ 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 thuggin’ at
It’s a few rap niggas 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 bitch, 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 barkin’?” Ain’t no roof
When you suck me, I don’t wanna feel no tooth
Nigga, fuck your big dog, say you know who
We got sticks for them niggas and smoke too
Need to call the opps vibes, they hoes too
Probably wouldn’t step on shit 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 fuckin’ me slow too
I’m an R&B nigga off Pro Tools
If it’s war with us, you probably gon’ lose
From Atlanta, ain’t playin’ by no rules
Catch him at the red light, nigga, don’t snooze
Glock .40, Gen5, nigga, don’t move
Bulletproof Maybach, put it on cruise
Take a nigga main bitch, 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]
Hoppin’ 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 shit

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