Lyrics: Demarcus Pollard/Christopher Smith
Music: Demarcus Pollard/Christopher Smith
You don't know my way
Hey, get outta my way
Hey, huh
Bitch, you out yo rabid ass mind
I swear to God I told you "that's the last time"
Girl I ain't dumb, I see through all that bad lyin'
I'm bout to pass yo stupid ass, like Matt Ryan
You need to get up out my way
Hey, bitch, you need to get up out my way
I can't believe you chose that nigga over me
You tried to cap, but there ain't no gettin' over me
You tried your best, but there ain't no gettin' over me
You tried to flex, but there ain't no gettin' over me
You need to get up out my way
Hey, bitch, you need to get out my way
Get outta my way
Get out the way
Pretty boy coming through
Why would I ever fret?
Pull so many strings I should make shoes
BBL, bitches be lyin', on God, I don't make no rules
NFL, niggas fee lying online, like hoes arguin'
Baby, I suge life
I backed up when I seen you, I know what I'm doin'
I don't think I want yo pussy no more, my whole appetite ruined
I don't even wanna see either, uh uh
We ain't gotta be congruent
Shorty what you drinking?
She on the edge, her edges sweating, I can see
Last word I said hit like a deadline
Left her on ice, I'm cold as bodies when deceased
Done got too grown for all this fighting in these streets
You showin' off that bag you win
Open the bag, look at the tag, oh shit it's me
I foot the bill so long , think I done made you cheap
I foot the bill so long, like I done made you
Bitch, you out your rabid ass mind
(Oh, no, oh, no, no no, no, no)
(Oh, no, oh, no, no no, no, no)
(Oh, no, oh, no, no no, no, no)
You need to get up out my way