Текст Boogie – Out My Way (Bitter Raps 2)
Текст:
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
You know these hoes be so messy
Let me organize my thoughts
Woah, woah, you got that flick in your lil’ pistol
How ironic you got shots of something you ain’t even shot
Woah, woah, his caption gon’ say «gang gang»
Man, I ain’t never being fair
You know these hoes be so flagrant
Unless you wifey, I don’t lick her
Shit, you know it’s no chasin’
How the fuck I still ain’t poppin’?
All these niggas so basic
Know some niggas do photography to see these hoes naked
Cool hustle bro, just come and get this real work
I been with’ it since krump dancin’ in long tees to my knees
That should let you know I’m still turnt
Fuck it, who finna get killed first?
Thirst 48, I let you see this real life
Gotta watch what you been building
Been said I was gon’ do it and fuck it, I still might
Turn my finger to a pistol, kill hype and still like…
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Man, I be fuckin’ your plans up if I told you to man up
Stop hittin’ all yo homegirls and sayin’ «Let’s gram up»
You say you got a function, that shit finna be lit
The crazy thing about it, you ain’t never gon’ hit
Shit, I been sick of everything
I’m startin’ to think that this ain’t healthy
Woah, woah, like all y’all bitches in your insta videos
When y’all not talkin’, might as well just took a selfie
Like woah, woah, the sexy face don’t get you crackin’
If we magnified y’all life, we’d prolly’ finally see who really poppin’
Woah, see I been dancin’ with the devil
I ain’t trippin’, never panicked
I said fuck it and start milly rockin’, milly rock
Milly rock, shit, let’s get it poppin’
Never get no game ‘less they was on that bench witcha
Oh, I see you in the club, you got yo fuckin’ clique witchu
I don’t think you niggas poppin’
I don’t need no pic witcha
Tell me how that one bottle finna hold y’all ten niggas
I’m like, «pussy if you say so», high-key
That’s the reason why I lay low like hey yo
Why you gotta be so fake for like way bro
Shit, I see it everyday though like hey yo
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Way, way, nigga, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way
Aw man, these niggas still thirsty
Aw man, these bitches still thirsty