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Juice WRLD

Out My Way

 

Out My Way

(album: Death Race For Love - 2019)


New nigga on the block
Yeah I got my Glocky
Like I been locked up
Arms kinda stocky
Wrists on rocky
Wish a nigga'd try to stop me
Usain Bolt with the glizzy, it's a track meet
Make 'em Takeoff like Migos
In the kitchen, whipping up the bricks, serving kilos
If I gotta get in your door, I pick the key, tho
Full of shit bitches, boy, these hoes like a-hole
Every day I wake up thinking 'bout the pesos
Getting bankrolls, saying "R.I.P. the bank loan"
Keep the dank rolled
Codeine in the double-cup, I'm sipping, ay
Stevie Wonder, it's gon' take away my vision, ay
007 with that Glock, I got precision, ay
You be talking 'bout this shit when I been did it, ay

Free my niggas in that jam
I don't give a shit and I don't give a Hoover Dam
Last bitch, she said I wasn't shit
She wanna let me cram
Hit her from the back, oh, yes, I am
Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am
I had a feeling they was gon' switch up, will.i.am
Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
Clean nigga, but I'm sipping till I do the muddy dance
A broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
On a dig for a trick, then after that she fuck a friend
I ain't gon' trick off no bitch
I don't pay, I just get in
I ain't really usually wanna be talking 'bout shit
But I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time
Two times, maybe a few times
Ruining careers, man, this shit easy
What my nigga Davis say "This shit beyond me"

Yo, okay, I'm back in
Getting it cracking with your broad
After she helped me get my rocks off, she fucked the squad
They think I'm a bitch because they heard the sad songs, that's a facade
I'm one of them niggas that'll have an atheist screaming out to God
And I don't want no problems really
I'm just tryna get my sack up
But if there's a problem, bruh gon come and shoot you from the neck up
That bitch a lil giraffe, the way she bend over and neck us
Got killa TECs, the silver and black Berettas
If they disrespect us

Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way

Yeah, way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way, way
The fuck out my way, way, c'mon

done

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