Out the Way

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] They know not what they fucking with Cobra spit, they venom hit Poisoned with the southern shit Greetings from the mothership I believe in aliens cause I'm a fucking alien Not human, I'm from outer space Better listen what I'm telling 'em Not like you, I'm something else You don't wanna know what's on my shelf You're in danger, note to self When The Weirdo shows up you'll need help Trying to get my mind illuminated, fuck the radio Speaking of the devil lately, I'm banging Aqualеo I'll play it cutler like I'm from the Housе of Lannister Sitting in this Game of Thrones, I bring pain, I'm the damager Execution manager, chop fingers off, manicure Body part scavenger Bloody arts, Dracula Suck it up, lick it up, I've been thirsty Fuck it up, pick it up, show no mercy Bang to the head, now vision's blurry Leave 'em all red, then I'm out in a hurry You coattail riders want that cosign but you just ain't worthy I'll rep that underground until the day I'm dead and buried [Chorus: Jelly Roll] When you see I'm in my zone get the fuck out my face You see I'd rather be alone than fuck with a fake Cause I can do bad on my own, I don't fuck with these snakes Bitch get the fuck out the way Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) You see I'd rather be alone than fuck with a fake Bitch get the fuck out the way Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) [Verse 2: Lil Wyte] Fuck with Bukshot, you fucking with them white music riders We got Weirdos and giddies behind us Rednecks off in the woods with AR-15s and I know they are going to find ya Memphis, Tennessee we don't play no games We'll First 48 a motherfucker to shame Got a badass bitch, razor blade in her mouth She'll fuck you up, this one can't be tamed I'm lost in my zone, I ain't been home in months Don't piss me off cause I'm not on my rocker Two in the pink and one in the stink Oh I am the motherfucking shocker What up Rittz homie, I'm on the road but I'll be back in the G.C. real soon Have my fat-ass blunt rolled up for when I do And a couple of bars we gon' shoot to the moon It's W-Y-T-E Repping Memphis to The Keys still late C.P. with me G Got a whole lot of killers that'll come through your ceilings so therefore you won't see me And I'm on that fucking shit Get scratched off my motherfucking bucket list Don't fuck with this Crazy-ass white boy Cause I've been known to get up in yo shit I'm Looney Tunes, you better Daffy Duck cause I fuck with The Buk like Elmer Fudd I got OG white kush off in my blunt My double cup's filled up with that mud It's a south thing and we ride together Sip Moonshine and get high together Fuck with any of my guys, better find some shelter And when your ass get thin you better hide forever, huh [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] I represent it with every movement, the peach state I ride with Buk in The Ville, not up for debate (I would know) We mixed a Jäger with Red Bull and Bubba bought it Apparently they confused you are the problem partner Yeah it's still Bubba baby, over a decade later (ten years) So why they talking down I don't know, I guess they hate us (haha) I'm so exasperated, I am so flabbergasted, these pussies can't get out they own way and that is tragic Rest in power to Static Major, that's love forever (love) I lost my friend, God welcomed him in, it's just as better (better) I know I'll see him again, but shit until then (you know what) I'll bet the fame getting all of these blanks filled in (woo) They can talk that shit but it's inconsequential (nothing) I'll debt these blacks and have this money stack be my credentials (yeah) I'll tell you what's essential (what?) That's only God and family (right) Money's a distant third (right) That represent, you heard (woo) [Chorus: Jelly Roll] When you see I'm in my zone get the fuck out my face You see I'd rather be alone than fuck with a fake Cause I can do bad on my own, I don't fuck with these snakes Bitch get the fuck out the way Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) You see I'd rather be alone than fuck with a fake Bitch get the fuck out the way Bitch get the fuck out the way! (way) [Verse 4: Rittz] Try to fuck with Bukshot, you will end up getting fucked up and whatnot You fuckwat, must not know who you're fucking around with Get bounced and finna cut you right behind a random truck stop When gunshots blast they dance like Usain Bolt I don't gotta lift a finger homie, you ain't know I sent the homies to the crib waiting you ain't home You walk in like "goddamn" it's too late for you You try to scream, but you can't cause you're filled with holes You try to keep your eyes open, you could feel them close You try to pray to God hoping that he's there to show you a little mercy praying for a miracle When niggas fear the flow without your lifeless body I don't see too many real motherfuckers getting killed by me To sit still or chill but motherfucker try me but this bust and I am like Beom, beom Wouldn't wanna be 'em Shoulda got a mask on, you will never see 'em Running like a victim in a horror flick But bitch this is not a film End up in the ground Finna sing a hymn Homie say a prayer Trust me we ain't never scared to take it there, uh You're gon' treat it like a waste of air So D-I-E R-O-T in hell when you're killed