Get Out The Way

Kirk Bass Jr.

Get out the way
Get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'k, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave and there ain't nothing you really can say
Get out the way
Get out the way, yeah
We 'bout to spray, load up the 'k, yeah
Cock back and aim it right at your brain
This is some shit that I haven't forgave and there ain't nothing you really can say

Bitch, I'm the plug now
Just left the border from hittin' a lick
I'll call up my vatos, if you got a problem we'll run in your house and start fuckin' up shit
I'll run in your house and start fuckin' your bitch
I stay with them hittas that stay with them sticks
Hop up out the four door, with a .44
Get to cappin' and bustin' like I'm a thirty ought six
Thuggin'; Litty
Bitch, I run the city
Fuckin' with me?
You just buggin', really
You too fuckin' friendly
Met a slut named Jenny
And nothing can tempt me
I fucked the bitch silly and now she's like
"I'll always love you" like Whitney
The fuck, are you kidding?
I struck without giving a fuck if it's trendy
Don't gas me, I'm running on empty
I'm chugging a jug full of henny
I drunk 'til it's empty, then went to go fuck in the Bentley
Don't come and offend me, 'cause while you just chuckin' up pennies and throwing up ones, tens, and twenties
I'm throwing up hundreds and fifties
It's tough to resist me
She told me "You want me? Come get me."
I told the bitch

I'll bring your bitch to the stu' like
She 'bout to get hit with this boom mic
She get on her knees and she bless me
That bitch really told me gesundheit
You better tell me who better then
Then go and take an Excedrin
I'll sever the head of a veteran and
I'm going after M's like the letter N
I'm in tune with the finer things
I am king with a dynasty
Told her ride this D, the entire thing
I can't peak, like it's fuckin' hide and seek
You will never get as fly as me
I don't really get why you try to be
I got influence like a DUI
And I'm all up in this bitch like an IUD
When I bring it to your place, bitch it's not playful
I got eight propane missile shots aimed at your whole frame
Hope you're faithful to God, 'cause he's the one who can save you from us
She told me KB's her favorite initials
I said "Let's get married, let's make it official."
I'm shooting my shot like I'm aiming my pistol
Get locked in my chamber for days while they miss you
bitch, you better

Kirk

Get Out The Way

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