Out My Way

Juice WRLD

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    Ayy, we up, ayy
    Max c'mon we gotta do one take and shit
    I don’t wanna even need no lean so pump it up

    New nigga on the block, yeah I got my glocky
    Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky
    Wrist on rocky, wish a nigga tried to stop me
    Usain bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet
    Make him take off like migos
    In the kitchen whippin’ up the bricks, servin' kilos
    If I gotta get in your door I pick the key-hole
    Full of shit, bitches, boy these hoes like a-holes
    Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the pesos
    Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' rip to bankroll, keep the dank rolled
    Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ayy
    Stevie wonder, it’s gonna take away my vision, ayy
    Double 07, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy
    You be talkin’ 'bout the shit, when I been did it, ayy
    Free my niggas in that jam (yeah)
    I don’t give a shit, and I don't give a hoover damn
    Last bitch said I wasn't shit, you wanna let me cram (bitch)
    Hit it from the back, oh yes, ah yeah
    Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, sam-I-am
    I had a feelin' they was gon’ switch up, will I am
    Two pints of wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
    Clean nigga, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance
    Broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance
    Feel like hugh hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
    On the dick, for a trick, then after that she fucked her friend
    I ain't gonna trick off no bitch, I don't pay, I just get in

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    I ain't really usually the one to be talking my shit, but
    I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time
    Two times, maybe a few times
    Ruinin' careers, man this shit easy
    What my nigga davis say, this shit beyond me, yo, ayy

    Okay I'm back in, getting it crackin', with ya 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 façade
    I'm on them niggas that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God
    I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up
    But if it'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 killers, Texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us

    Way, way, way, way, way, way
    Out my way, way, way, way (fuck out my way)
    Way, way, way, way, way, way (bitch, way)
    Out my way, way, way, way (get the fuck out my way)
    Way, way, way, way, way, way (bitch, way)
    Out my way, way, way, way (get the fuck out my way)
    Way, way, way, way, way, way (c'mon)
    Out my way, way, way, way (get the fuck out my way)

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    Composición: Chauncey A Hollis y Juice Wrld

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