Every word, written by AI.
Intro — Bitch 1
Ayy, bitch…
You crying over that dude?
Bitch 2
Girl, I was.
Then I got cute.
Bitch 1
Well, fuck that man.
We outside.
Beat drops
Verse 1 — Bitch 1
Bitch, I know that look, wipe them tears off your face
He couldn't handle pressure, let his blessing go to waste
Talking 'bout “I need some space” — boy, take the moon
'Cause we got dressed at eight and we ain't coming home soon
Put your hair up, bitch, let me see that ass shake
You ain't gotta text that clown, let that motherfucker wait
He probably somewhere thinking you gon' call him when you drink
Bitch, I'm finna get you so lit you forget his name
Two bad bitches, two phones, no plans
Walk inside the club, make the whole room expand
I got mine on me, you got yours on you
If they staring too hard, bitch, let 'em stare — that's what bitches do
Chorus — Both
Bitch, we out, we out, we OUT
Turn that motherfucker up, let it bounce
Fuck that dude, he can figure shit out
Me and my bitch got the whole club loud
We out, we out, we OUT
Pretty face, big ass, big mouth
She said, “Bitch, where we going?”
I said, “Anywhere the money and the liquor pouring”
Verse 2 — Bitch 2
Okay, now let me talk my shit
He had a good bitch and still couldn't handle it
Had me in my feelings, now I'm feeling myself
Took my heart off the shelf, put my ass on the belt
New wig, new fit, new attitude
Same bad bitch, just a better mood
He can keep them sorry-ass “I miss you” texts
I'm somewhere looking like his biggest regret
Bitch, pass me that purse, I'm finna make a scene
I ain't gotta say I'm bad, bitch, you see what I mean
He thought he broke me? Baby, that's hilarious
I got dressed, hit the club, now the bitch is dangerous
And don't tell me “act your age”
Bitch, I'm grown as fuck, I'ma act this way
If I wanna throw it back, I'ma throw it right there
If a dude wanna stare, shit, let him pay for the chair
Rap Trade
Bitch 1:
I got a bad bitch riding shotgun—
Bitch 2:
And I'm looking like a check that just got cashed—
Bitch 1:
He thought she was gonna stay home crying—
Bitch 2:
Tell that sorry-ass player kiss my ass!
Bitch 1:
We don't chase—
Bitch 2:
We replace—
Bitch 1:
We don't beg—
Bitch 2:
We upgrade—
Both:
And if the DJ play our shit,
Everybody better get the fuck out the way!
Final Chorus
Bitch, we out, we out, we OUT
Turn that motherfucker up, let it bounce
Fuck that dude, he can figure shit out
Me and my bitch got the whole club loud
We out, we out, we OUT
Pretty face, big ass, big mouth
She said, “Bitch, where we going?”
I said, “Bitch, wherever the night takes us!”
Outro — laughing
Bitch 1: You still thinking about him?
Bitch 2: Hell nah.
Bitch 1: Good.
Bitch 2: Matter fact… fuck that dude.
Both: 😂 FUCK THAT DUDE!
How this trap song was made.
“Bitch, We Out” is an AI-generated Trap song with vocals, 2:57 long. It was created in Octa from one short text description: the lyrics, melody, vocal performance, arrangement and mix were all generated from that idea, then published by @cogarlaura000 to the Octa community in August 2026.
Listen for the 808 sliding between notes under the kick and the hi-hats rolling in triplets; the melody stays sparse so the low end can carry the song. The lyrics on this page are the exact words the AI wrote and sang for this track.
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