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
So we flip a middle finger to the people we offend
'Cause they only gonna admit
It when they see me as the best
Baby come rock with the motherf**king gang
Pull up in the drop or I'll pull up in the range
All about that guap gotta little bit of change
Never gonna stop get the f**k out my way
Baby come rock with the motherf**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
I know what you're thinking
I know what you're thinking
