Smac - Get Out The Way Lyrics

Aye man, you already know who the f*ck it is bro
This for all my hustlas out there
If you gettin' yo mo-f*cking money up
Then, lets ride
There's some choices in this life I had to make
And a couple chances that I had to take
I swear I wouldn't have it any other way
And when you see me in the crowd, get out the way
I get wild in this bitch
Check my style I'm this bitch
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Hold up
Aye, let me, get that beat back
Wasn't really getting played, now they say, they need that
Aye, watcha need brah, like whatchu want from me
I ain't got the time for pussy, bitch get off of me
And if you ain't in my contacts, why you calling me
And if you really want that contact, come and bother me
He's cracking under pressure, I'm feeling fortified
His wave is extra small, but mine been looking supersized
When it comes to my dreams, man, it's do-or-die
The whip fresh to death, my door's committed suicide
Suicide
Black tints
Bad bitch
Accent
Loud pack
Pass it
Direct deposit
I don't cash shit
I cash in
In the whip and I'm dashing
Keep speeding, don't crash it
Red and blues, and they flashing
Pedal down, Im'a smash it
My blunt running, gotta ash it's
This flow cold, need a jacket
This beat dead, need a casket
There's some choices in this life I had to make
And a couple chances that I had to take
I swear I wouldn't have it any other way
And when you see me in the crowd, get out the way
I get wild in this bitch, check my style I'm this bitch
Profile for the pic, click
Hold up
Aye, let me, get that, beat, back
Wasn't really getting played, now they say, they need that
I scan bro's like a barcode
They want smoke, I'm a narco
Get him painted up, like an art show
I'm more focused on the art though
And that cash stack, got a bad back
Holding mad racks, going Mad Max, on mad tracks
Anybody here, want to go against me
Naw, that's facts, I know
I'm that dude turning up the show
I made my own clothes, but you'll never see me fold
I'm crushing every goal, all net, no pole
I'm always on-set, on-call, on-go
They just got a taste, now they say they want moe
Hard-headed motherf*cka, like Mount Rushmoe
When I pull up to the show, it's like me, plus four
Ghosted, indo, can't see in my windows
There's some choices in this life I had to make
And a couple chances that I had to take
I swear wouldn't have it any other way
And when you see me in the crowd, get out the way