Get Away (feat. 2 Chainz)

DJ sup and press in New York
As we continue to keep it quitin'
From the Jets til the G
Form the nigga in the cut
To the one he couldn't check
So who's the one how couln't check?
She know ascery flux
I had to throw that shit up in that
Straight at the alley way
Sliped the long check and run out off on sally main
Paddy cake, paddy cake
I'm from where you eat the own dust, I got alergy
Playin' polo wie tea, hoer be on under that
With some hoers up on the make
And the watch cause some coarties
Keep my music and I'mma beat it with these shoes, I am release
But soon as I got back, I pull wide up and fly, fly
And he was knock down
Might pill you top back
Pop that, you don't need you car, you car is jacked
Dumb that shes for a real life
Just let the barbeque me in real life and die
And you know that what they say is right
What's that?
My nigga lugging in that motherfucker

I gotta get away
x 2

Back yard full of goal, balls
Grandma crib, use to smell like a motherfucka'
I use to pray for their papa, head toast, get in, drop on, drop in and fall
Program to be great, and the crowdy ball down with my name on the seas
I use to pray to out sleep when it was cold I use to lose my coat for a sheap
The urbin for the hit, they do and use to work on the plum they use to gy
Your hoers style is obbsely, they say the money told us
Why you niggas never speak?
It ain't worry about nothin'
Fuck around to get lay for that acravated flix
Cibar dust if you are textin'
They are tear that shit to crowd
And I kill te bicthes safety
Now thank God for the blessin'
When I look in the mirror, thank God for the freshin'
And I came up from nothin'
So what you sayin'?
It ain't nothin' but a coma
Gotta get away, fuck that