Get Out the Way
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Bitch, I'm the plug now
Just left the border from hittin' a lick
I'll call up my vatos
If you got a problem, we'll run in your house and start fuckin' up shit
I'll run in your house and start fuckin' your bitch
I stay with them hitters that stay with them sticks
Hop up out the four-door with a .44
Get to cappin' and bustin' like I'm a thirty ought six
Bitch, I run the city
Fuckin' with me
You just buggin', really
You too fuckin' friendly
Met a slut named Jenny
But nothing can tempt me
I fucked the bitch silly
And now she's like
"I'll always love you" like Whitney
The fuck, are you kidding
I struck without giving a fuck if it's trendy
Don't gas me, I'm running on empty
I'm chugging a jug full of henny, I drunk 'til it's empty
And went to go fuck in the Bentley
Don't come and offend me, 'cause while you just chuckin' up pennies
And throwin' up ones, tens, and twenties
I'm throwin' up hundreds and fifties
It's tough to resist me
She told me "You want me? Come get me", I told the bitch
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
I'll bring your bitch to the stu' like
She 'bout to get hit with this boom mic
She get on her knees and she bless me
That bitch really told me "Gesundheit"
You better tell me who better then
Then go and take an Excedrin
I'll sever the head of a veteran
And I'm going after M's like the letter N
I'm in tune with the finer things
I am King with a dynasty
Told her ride this D, the entire thing
I can't peak (peek) like it's fuckin' Hide N' Seek
You will never get as fly as me
I don't really get why you try to be
I got influence like a DUI
And I'm all up in the bitch like an IUD
When I bring it to your place, bitch it's not playful
I got eight propane missile shots aimed at your whole frame
Hope you're faithful to God 'cause he's the one that can save you from us
She told me "KB"s her favorite initials
I said "Let's get married, let's make it official"
I'm shooting my shot, like I'm aiming my pistol
Get locked in my chamber for days while they miss you
Bitch you better
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Bitch, I'm the plug now
Just left the border from hittin' a lick
I'll call up my vatos
If you got a problem, we'll run in your house and start fuckin' up shit
I'll run in your house and start fuckin' your bitch
I stay with them hitters that stay with them sticks
Hop up out the four-door with a .44
Get to cappin' and bustin' like I'm a thirty ought six
Bitch, I run the city
Fuckin' with me
You just buggin', really
You too fuckin' friendly
Met a slut named Jenny
But nothing can tempt me
I fucked the bitch silly
And now she's like
"I'll always love you" like Whitney
The fuck, are you kidding
I struck without giving a fuck if it's trendy
Don't gas me, I'm running on empty
I'm chugging a jug full of henny, I drunk 'til it's empty
And went to go fuck in the Bentley
Don't come and offend me, 'cause while you just chuckin' up pennies
And throwin' up ones, tens, and twenties
I'm throwin' up hundreds and fifties
It's tough to resist me
She told me "You want me? Come get me", I told the bitch
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
I'll bring your bitch to the stu' like
She 'bout to get hit with this boom mic
She get on her knees and she bless me
That bitch really told me "Gesundheit"
You better tell me who better then
Then go and take an Excedrin
I'll sever the head of a veteran
And I'm going after M's like the letter N
I'm in tune with the finer things
I am King with a dynasty
Told her ride this D, the entire thing
I can't peak (peek) like it's fuckin' Hide N' Seek
You will never get as fly as me
I don't really get why you try to be
I got influence like a DUI
And I'm all up in the bitch like an IUD
When I bring it to your place, bitch it's not playful
I got eight propane missile shots aimed at your whole frame
Hope you're faithful to God 'cause he's the one that can save you from us
She told me "KB"s her favorite initials
I said "Let's get married, let's make it official"
I'm shooting my shot, like I'm aiming my pistol
Get locked in my chamber for days while they miss you
Bitch you better
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way, get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'K, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave
And there ain't nothing you really can say
Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Bass Jr.
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