GET OUT THE WAY

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(Yeah, huh)
(Uh, uh)
(Yeah, huh)
How many bitches wan'
How many bitches wan' come in yeah
How many bitches)
(Ha, ha)
How many bitches wan' come with me yeah
Ha
Hey
I'm a young nigga
Huh, I'm getting paid (paid rich)
I'm in the spyder
Get out the way
Yeah I'm in the (whoo)
Ha, hey
Clappin' the Aston, the Martin
Get out the way
Fucking his bitch and she told me I'm fine
Huh, I said "okay"
We pulled up, we pulled up
We in a Ferrari
Bitch, do you wanna race?
All of my bitches so motherfuckin' bad
And she gon' give me that face
(Face yeah, ay)
Aye, and I'm finna crash out
Talkin' all that shit on me
This is your last time
Now if you do that shit again
I'm finna spazz out
Yeah, walked in to Vegas pulled a $100k out
I done cashed out
I play with my money
I play with my bitch
I play with my cash
I play with my wrist
I get all this money I'm making them sick
Ha, bitch get the f*ck off my dick
These niggas be bitches, they copying swag
Fucking your bitch and I know that you mad
Got that nigga crying, I know that he sad
Ha, he cannot get his bitch back
I tinted my windows, lil bitch it be black
I turned in my benz and I bought me a scat
You know a nigga like me just get racks (racks)
Bitch all my pockets be fat
All of these niggas be cap
All of these niggas be lying
I'm at the motherfuckin' top
And nigga I'm not even tryin'
Nah for real
Bitch for real
All of my diamonds is iced like clay
That motherfucker chilly
You know I'm the best up and coming nigga
They calling me "Himmy"
I gotta start going fucking harder
So niggas can feel me
Clappin' the Aston, the Martin
Get out the way
Fucking his bitch and she told me I'm fine
Huh, I said "okay"
We pulled up, we pulled up
We in a Ferrari
Bitch, do you wanna race?
All of my bitches so motherfuckin' bad
And she gon' give me that face
(Face yeah, ay)
So much gas in here
Think I'mseeing space I cant feel my face
So many straps in here
I got like hella K's with like hella aim
Damn
So many bags in here
I run my stats up
I might go see LA (see LA)
Yall niggas say yall posted outside
We dont see ya gang lil' bitch
I dont ever stop what I do
Ha
They drifting the car and I shoot through the roof
Bitch I got 5K in the room
Huh
Lil' bitch if I spray its his doom
I say
How many bitches wan' slide in the room?
bitches wan' slide in the room
I'm finna switch the lil flow up (woah)
I'm at the point of my life where I'm getting my dough up (gettin' my bread up)
I'm at the point of my life I dont listen to no one (listen to no')
Just a young nigga reaching new heights
I aint finna show no one
These niggas owe me I dont owe no one
Ha
We caught ya' mans yall niggas is zero to one
Get back
Bitch get back
Better get out the way
Cause I got a strap
Got a chop to ya' face
Take him off the map yuh
Checks on checks I been addin' it yuh
I got the pills in the cabinet yuh
I just been sippin' on ac'
I just been sippin' on activist yuh
I got what I got I imagined it yuh
Niggas is ass need practice
I'mfinna take what you havin'
The choppa' got gadgets flashin'
Then we cap him
I'min a PJ flight in a plane
Walk and I step
I make it rain
F*ck up a check
I'mgettin' gains
Just want the bread I aint worried bout fame
(Ha)
(Aint worried bout' it)
Yall niggas dead need to worry bout' aim
Take off in this whip this bitch a spaceship
Get out the way
Get out the way yuh
Bitch get out the way
Get out the way yuh
I told her get in the Martin
They get out the way yuh
Clappin' the Aston, the Martin
Get out the way
Fucking his bitch and she told me I'm fine
Huh, I said "okay"
We pulled up, we pulled up
We in a Ferrari
Bitch, do you wanna race?
All of my bitches so motherfuckin' bad
And she gon' give me that face
(Face yeah, ay)

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