Out My Way

Ay (H-Hit-Boy), we up, ay
Max c'mon, we gotta do one take and shit
I don't wanna even need no lean, so pump it up
Uh, yeah, uh, come on

New - on the block, yeah I got my Glocky (c'mon)
Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky (c'mon)
Wrist on rocky, wish a - tried to stop me (c'mon)
Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet (c'mon)
Make him take off like Migos (c'mon)
In the kitchen whippin' up the bricks, servin' kilos (c'mon)
If I gotta get in your door, I pick the key-hole (c'mon)

(Full of shit) -, boy these - like A-holes (c'mon)
Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos (c'mon)
Gettin' bankrolls (c'mon), sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled (c'mon)
Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ay
Stevie Wonder, it's gonna take away my vision, ay
007, with that Glock, I got precision, ay
You be talkin' 'bout the -, when I been did it, ay (c'mon)

Free my - in that jam (yeah)
I don't give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn
Last - said I wasn't shit, she wanna let me cram
Hit it from the back (oh yes), I am
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 -, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance
Broke -, I got rich and now I do the money dance (c'mon)
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance (c'mon)
On the -, for a trick, then after that she - her friend (c'mon)
I ain't gonna trick off no -, I don't pay, I just get in (yeah)

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 (c'mon)
Ruinin' careers, man this - easy
What my - Davis say, this shit beyond me, yo, ay

Okay I'm back in, gettin' it -, with ya broad (c'mon)
After she helped me get my rocks off, she - the squad
They think I'm a - because they heard the sad songs, that's a façade (c'mon)
I'm one of them - that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God
I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up (c'mon) (yeah)
But if it's a problem, bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up (yeah)
That bitch a lil' giraffe the way she bend over and neck us
Got killers, Texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us (yeah)

Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way (- out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f- out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f- out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (c'mon)
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f- out my way), c'mon