Out My WAY!
Ran up the racks, I don't know what to say
Tell them 'lil bitches to get out my face
Honestly, I don't know how much I made, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
(Zerby)
They be wondering how much I made
Honestly, I don't know what to say (Oooh)
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Late night, riding 'round, going fast in a demon (Skrrt)
Niggas hating, for nun' (Oh yeah)
Better yet, give a reason (Let's go)
I start tweaking, get to geekin' (Mhmm)
I got flavors, every season (Mhmm)
New Balenci', you ain't seen it
Why he lying? Don't believe him (Aye)
We gon' go up like a airplane
We can go down, we can get low (We can get low)
She in my house tryna' play games (Play games)
In my room doing the limbo (Limbo)
Let me see what you 'bout, what you came for
Take her ass in the room, knock her out, Kimbo (Kimbo)
I'ma give her that thang when she didn't know (When she didn't know)
You ain't never met a nigga like this before (Like this before)
Rockstar with a rockstar wrist
Niggas mad they can't do it like this
Super muddy, it's Wock, not Tris
I'ma ball, when I shoot, I swish
I don't ever think I'm gon' miss it
Niggas broke, need to get 'em some chicken
Fuck he talking bout', nigga he trippin'
I don't care, tell him "Keep his distance"
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Jump up, dive in, go crazy, get to floatin'
Feel the vibe, feel the breeze
Get the bag, yeah I'm loafing
You gotta but the work in, you wanna be the boss
I don't care what the cost, I'ma pay it off
I've been walkin' 'round this bitch like a big dog
I don't care what they say, don't fear y'all
She gotta step in the back
Go to bathroom, put the shit in her nose, yeah
I'm getting money fosho
I'm flying to islands, I'm buying these clothes, yeah
I do not care 'bout a bitch
Get to that bag, I'ma say what I know, yeah
I do not speak on that shit
Niggas be worst, spreading rumors like hoes yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Tell them 'lil bitches to get out my face
Honestly, I don't know how much I made, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
(Zerby)
They be wondering how much I made
Honestly, I don't know what to say (Oooh)
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Late night, riding 'round, going fast in a demon (Skrrt)
Niggas hating, for nun' (Oh yeah)
Better yet, give a reason (Let's go)
I start tweaking, get to geekin' (Mhmm)
I got flavors, every season (Mhmm)
New Balenci', you ain't seen it
Why he lying? Don't believe him (Aye)
We gon' go up like a airplane
We can go down, we can get low (We can get low)
She in my house tryna' play games (Play games)
In my room doing the limbo (Limbo)
Let me see what you 'bout, what you came for
Take her ass in the room, knock her out, Kimbo (Kimbo)
I'ma give her that thang when she didn't know (When she didn't know)
You ain't never met a nigga like this before (Like this before)
Rockstar with a rockstar wrist
Niggas mad they can't do it like this
Super muddy, it's Wock, not Tris
I'ma ball, when I shoot, I swish
I don't ever think I'm gon' miss it
Niggas broke, need to get 'em some chicken
Fuck he talking bout', nigga he trippin'
I don't care, tell him "Keep his distance"
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Jump up, dive in, go crazy, get to floatin'
Feel the vibe, feel the breeze
Get the bag, yeah I'm loafing
You gotta but the work in, you wanna be the boss
I don't care what the cost, I'ma pay it off
I've been walkin' 'round this bitch like a big dog
I don't care what they say, don't fear y'all
She gotta step in the back
Go to bathroom, put the shit in her nose, yeah
I'm getting money fosho
I'm flying to islands, I'm buying these clothes, yeah
I do not care 'bout a bitch
Get to that bag, I'ma say what I know, yeah
I do not speak on that shit
Niggas be worst, spreading rumors like hoes yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No Kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape'
Fuck with a broke bitch, gotta say
Tell that 'lil bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kimetrius Foose, Aidan Zerby
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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