Out The Way (Live) Video (MV)

I'm about to up this .45 carbon nigga, better get the f*ck out the way
Same nigga, never change, night or day, I'm about to up this .45 carbon nigga, better
Get the f*ck out the way
I'm in the trenches right goddamn now, got some bitches on section eight, I don't know why she think we finna go out finna give her that pound cake
Back shot, back shot, back shot f*ck that shit, let me know it on your face, I got some niggas that still moving weight
I got some bitches that flew out of state, baby
Get on your knees and pray, I need some healing like Marvin Gaye
I ain't had time to address none of these niggas, but nigga I got time today
Nigga be talking so goddamn much, these niggas got time to waste
Walk out the house, both of my pockets lumpy, look like I robbed a bank
I know he don't like me, every time that nigga see me, he give me the sour face
But that's your wifey, she ate me up then went home, gave you that sour taste
Boy, you can't stop this pimping nigga I'm in my bag like chips
Hittin this bitch from the back so goddamn long I've f*cked up my hip
Nigga wanna play, nigga gon' lay, I do a nigga like Will Smith
You ain't kill nobody nigga, who you kill, I'm getting butter on butter like Jif, alright
Mike, when you pulling up tonight, when I pull up it's on sight, nigga that talk too much can't fight
Nigga that fight too much, catch a pipe, I really walk in this bitch, and don't write
Matter of fact, Trizzy, turn up my mic, I'm off the drink, it's good for my sight
I just hop on the beat then I ride like a bike
Costa Migo gang, we lit, in this bitch with Triz, we lit, in this bitch with Blas, we lit, big booty bitch match her tits
I ain't wanna f*ck this bitch through her fit, I'm on the block, number one pick, I'm in this bitch with hitchmen
If I said toc, they tik
Costa Migo gang, we lit, in this bitch with Triz, we lit in this bitch with Blas, we lit, big booty bitch match her tits
I ain't wanna f*ck this bitch through her fit, I'm on the block, number one pick, I'm in this bitch with hitchmen
If I say toc, they tik
Same nigga, never change, night or day
Bout to up this 45 carbon nigga, better get the f*ck out the way
I'm in the trenches right goddamn now, got some bitches on section eight
I don't know why she think we finna go out finna give her that pound cake
Back shot, back shot, back shot, f*ck that shit, let me know it on your face
I got some niggas that still moving weight, I got some bitches that flew out of state baby
Get on your knees and pray, I need some healing like Marvin Gaye
I ain't had time to address none of these niggas but nigga I got time today