Video Outfit de Lil Baby 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Lil Baby - Outfit Lyrics

O​u​​t​f​i​t by Lil Baby Outfit lyrics:

[Verse 1]
And I wear these souvenirs, check this gold, the margin is
Out of space with a margin is
I can fix all my canary, then I'm tears to my past
Up in the streets I don't dance, get on that beat on my spats
I'm a walnut finishing left, keep it gone, I wish I'm ready to blast

[Chorus]
And I wear these souvenirs, check this gold, the margin is
Out of space with a margin is
I can fix all my canary, then I'm tears to my past
Up in the streets I don't dance, get on that beat on my spats
I'm a walnut finishing left, keep it gone, I wish I'm ready to blast

[Verse 2]
You can play if you want to, Brody just put on a mamboose
Diamonds don't call me Canadian loose, that b**ch I won't smoke, I ain't taking no truce
If that came to my tool, all of these hoes on the farm, I keep a pound on gun
My b**ch keep a block in the crunch, I'm standing tall, I can't pull out a check
I ain't go decent with mine, I just got a check from QC
I was down back, I went next to the beach, no one spoke enough of my chest with a leash

[Bridge]
I need a crown, I'm the king of the sea, and my life is really like a dream
All of my diamonds, they weigh like my ring
I know me a chick, I been selling arenas
I'm a b**ch, I ball like a lake, I ain't no fake

[Chorus]
And I wear these souvenirs, check this gold with a margin is
Out of space with a margin is
I can fix all my canary, then I'm tears to my past
Up in the streets I don't dance, get on that beat on my spats
I'm a walnut finishing left, keep it gone, I wish I'm ready to blast

[Verse 3]
Keep a gun, Draco, we do anything for smoke
Put a tag on his toe, he ain't coming back for more
Yeah, these choppers automatic, it sounds like a drum roll
I'mma East Atlanta, baby, pull up, then you done for

[Bridge]
Y'all savage on that s**t again, he keep a cuddle
If I go broke, then I'mma whip again, that's how you cook up
Yo b**ch, she screaming for the d**k again, she want no hook up
I'm a worldwide stunna, they know me and you rough

[Outro]
And when they stoppin' this, check this gold with a margin is
Out of space where the margin is
I get p**sed so I'm lockin' it, then I'm tears to my past
Up in the streets I don't dance, get on that beat on my spats
I'm a war night finishing mess, keep it going, I wish I'm ready to blast