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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-t
i don’t wanna even need no lean so pump it up

[verse 1]
new n-gg- on the block, yeah i got my glocky
look like i’ve been locked up, arms kinda stocky
wrist on rocky, wish a n-gg- 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-t, b-tches, 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-t, when i been did it, ayy
free my n-gg-s in that jam (yeah)
i don’t give a sh-t, and i don’t give a hoover d-mn
last b-tch said i wasn’t sh-t, you wanna let me cram (b-tch)
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-gg-, but i’m sippin’ ’til i do the muddy dance
broke n-gg-, i got rich and now i do the money dance
feel like hugh hefner, these b-tches finna do the bunny dance
on the d-ck, for a trick, then after that she f-cked her friend
i ain’t gonna trick off no b-tch, i don’t pay, i just get in

[refrain]
i ain’t really usually the one to be talking my sh-t, but
i think i’m finna talk my sh-t one time for the one time
two times, maybe a few times
ruinin’ careers, man this sh-t easy
what my n-gg- davis say, this sh-t 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-cked the squad
they think i’m a b-tch because they heard the sad songs, that’s a façade
i’m on them n-gg-s 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-tch a lil’ giraffe the way she bend over and neck us
got k!llers, texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us

[outro]
way, way, way, way, way, way
out my way, way, way, way (f-ck out my way)
way, way, way, way, way, way (b-tch, way)
out my way, way, way, way (get the f-ck out my way)
way, way, way, way, way, way (b-tch, way)
out my way, way, way, way (get the f-ck out my way)
way, way, way, way, way, way (c’mon)
out my way, way, way, way (get the f-ck out my way)

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