Get Out My Way

[Intro]
Baow, baow, baow, baow baow
Baow, baow, baow

[Verse]
If she talk on my sissy, hop on and beat her, Cal wanna creep, KOD on the Kreepers
He said "Double hand on the G, you can teach ya," G not even wit' you when you really need her
Get out my way, we do it for Zelly, so if you don't throw for the Jet, we don't need 'em
If I want a deuce, I won't throw up deuce, I could merch word to bro I always threw up fever
Bitch in my way, but shit goin' on, so get out my way, right now gotta handle
I don't want no bitch, 'cause after I lock it, I start to feel like these bitches is ran through
Fatz bop, you gotta tap your chest and just bop with the G, it's a dance move
I don't give a fuck if I'm with the Jet, I run into the Jet I don't like, I'ma land you
Tote in my Lulu, fuck with the Alo, with the Jet, but throw up with the Layo
Shoulder lean, niggas did it on Fazo, slide with the 'Rip, better get out his way, though
Know the 'Rip only slidin' for Pesos, Justo hit, knocked down like it’s Legos
Lil' Ceezly back, should have been in his face though, I saw the Makk and started lettin' off fuego
Shoulder lean, Fatboy belly, Mott Haven sweet, we just caught us a leggy
In back of the Citi, might show 'em a lefty, Blitz ran, so we smokin' his bestie
How the fuck y'all gon' troll bro candles got kicked, but after that vid niggas flicked it on Blitz
Like, how you still postin'? Was almost a vic', "Laugh now" what I said and then Fatz got hit
Ju got low, Dollie got beat, Glitches inside once you get a new V
Glo head pop, I could show you the G, I could show you the scene when I flicked Shark B
Bloxkz, what? Why you mentionin' me? Had to step to the side, sidestep with my glee
Ron G tried to trick lil bro, he saw we, after Dthang was cryin', no tellin' for he
But, like, ain't nobody slidin', just niggas cryin', the Jet can't see
Bitches be linin', we on 43rd hearin' sirens, but we still walkin' on feet
No more free Box, he on my timin', he not with the rhymin', he do it for me
My bitch off limits, but you could keep tryin', niggas is dyin' for playin' with she
Like, like, frontline, not the back, free the bros, we was troopin' in stack
Free EK, he threw shot after shot, was on FaceTime with bro when I threw on the Makk
Fuck all the rappin', want another tag, niggas shootin' at air, boy, nothin' to brag
Crodie sent six, I said, "You better last," niggas better not ask if I smoke on the Makk