Get Out My Way

I'm running the game
This sh*t hall of fame
If you know what I'm saying
This sh*t ain't the same

So get out my lane
B*tch Get out my way
Cuz this where I stay
I'm holding my ground

Touch me you go down
And I'll make yo a** drown
Cuz I don't f*ck around

Said it once and I'll say again
You funny if you think you gon win
All it takes is uppercut to the chin
I'll f*ck you up you won't look like your twin

B*tch you didn't know
This is where I f*cking begin

This ain't gta
Not f*cking you over
Not this month but maybe October
Or when I get sober

Just f*cked your b*tch
She hit that high pitch
She don't want you cuz
B*tch you ain't rich

Made her a** twitch
Over and over
That b*tch was a glitch

That b*tch was a glitch
Yeah
I hit it again

Stretching the money like it's elastic
F*cking yo b*tch and she was all plastic
I got the choppa and it came w a d*ck
D*ck hit her stomach it make her feel sick

We bout that action
We get to blasting
B*tch stop asking
These bands everlasting

We not the same
Shots hit yo brain
You is a b*tch so I made you a stain

I hop out the Benz
It costed like 10
When I pick her up I'm making her sin

Boy what you claim
Throw up your gang
I got the choppa and I'm making it sang

B*tch I got that chrome
I aim at yo dome
Maybe shoot at yo home
Tempo like metronome

Yeah tempo like metronome
Aye aye I took that b*tch home
Aim at yo dome
Her p*ssy was bomb
Need some lip balm

I got like 20 bands up in my pocket
Gotta stay strapped so f*cking gotta cock it

Finna take off like a rocket
Got your b*tch wet like a faucet

Look in my cup it's purple
Sh*t that I'm sipping it's hurtful

We spinning again like a circle
Be right back gotta feed my turtle

Look at all the the money this sh*t eternal

Stacking this cash
I'm up on yo a**

We selling that gas it's going real fast
440 Up on the dash

440 Up on the dash
Going to fast we gon crash
Hit yo girl up we gon smash

I got the drip this sh*ts gonna splash