OutMyWay

Out My Way (Explicit) - Vin Jay

Lyrics by：Vincent Jacovelli

Composed by：Vincent Jacovelli

Produced by：Vin Jay

I know what you're thinking

Did you find what you're looking for

What the hell is going on down there

Baby come rock with the mother f**king gang

Pull up in the drop or I'll pull up in the range

All about the guap got a little bit of change

Never gonna stop get the f**k out my way

Baby come rock with the mother f**king gang

Pull up in the drop or I'll pull up in the range

All about the guap got a little bit of change

Never gonna stop get the f**k out my way

Yeah pull up in the whip

I got the new drop their bras

Everybody know we dread it like my crew lost their boys

But you know they gotta claim

They got a few glocks a 'cause

Like they Tupac Shakur f**king boom pop you're gone

Yeah the boys stay vigilant grass he stay flippant

Like a landscaping immigrant raps could break ligaments

Fags ain't equivalent what a f**king predicament

The flows stays dirty as rivers in Flint Michigan

D diamond in the rough chasing commas and a buck

Make 'em silent when I'm rhyming give 'em time to adjust

When you mobbing with the hottest ain't nobody you can trust

They decline it plus they wilding from the violence I discuss

Few can step into my booth see the blood on the walls

You now f**king with a boss getting money involved

These haters need a deep breath of a running exhaust

So rhymes cold motherf**ker mics covered in frost

Baby come rock with the mother f**king gang

Pull up in the drop or I'll pull up in the range

All about the guap got a little bit of change

Never gonna stop get the f**k out my way

Baby come rock with the mother f**king gang

Pull up in the drop or I'll pull up in the range

All about the guap got a little bit of change

Never gonna stop get the f**k out my way

Uh you now rocking with the most profound

And I'm a vulture f**king with the dopest sounds

Up in the culture try to tell me tone it down

But Imma roast ya f**king turn the vocals loud

And let me toast 'em drippin' in my images in tag

F**k a business get

The digits 'till my clique is on the map

Just admit that it's a given kid ambitions what you lack

Boy you trippin' when I spit I'm flippin' critics on their backs

If I need it I get it

I give my team all the credit

Want the green and the debit

It's not a dream it's a fetish

Your whole scheme is pathetic

We get the cream and you jealous

I f**king scream it and yell it

We get the cream and you jealous

Yeah we get it why you trippin' ain't no reason we pretend

Said my team was never timid about how frequently we spend