Juice Wrld - Out My Way lyrics

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Juice Wrld - Out My Way lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, we up, ayy Max c'mon we gotta do one take and sh** I don’t wanna even need no lean so pump it up [Verse 1] New n***a on the block, yeah I got my Glocky Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky Wrist on rocky, wish a n***a tried to stop me Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet Make him take off like Migos In the kitchen whippin’ up the bricks, servin' kilos If I gotta get in your door I pick the key-hole Full of sh**, b**hes, boy these hoes like A-holes Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ayy Stevie Wonder, it’s gonna take away my vision, ayy Double 07, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy You be talkin’ 'bout the sh**, when I been did it, ayy Free my n***as in that jam (Yeah) I don’t give a sh**, and I don't give a Hoover damn Last b**h said I wasn't sh**, you wanna let me cram (b**h) Hit it from the back, oh yes, ah yeah 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 n***a, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance Broke n***a, I got rich and now I do the money dance Feel like Hugh Hefner, these b**hes finna do the bunny dance On the dick, for a trick, then after that she f**ed her friend I ain't gonna trick off no b**h, I don't pay, I just get in [Refrain] I ain't really usually the one to be talking my sh**, but I think i'm finna talk my sh** one time for the one time Two times, maybe a few times Ruinin' careers, man this sh** easy What my n***a Davis say, this sh** beyond me, yo, ayy [Verse 2] Okay I'm back in, getting it crackin', with ya broad After she helped me get my rocks off, she f**ed the squad They think I'm a b**h because they heard the sad songs, that's a façade I'm on them n***as that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up But if it's a problem, bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up That b**h a lil' giraffe the way she bend over and neck us Got k**ers, Texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us [Outro] Way, way, way, way, way, way Out my way, way, way, way (f** out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way (b**h, way) Out my way, way, way, way (Get the f** out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way (b**h, 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)