Bukshot, Lil Wyte, Bubba Sparxxx, Rittz, Jelly Roll - Out the Way lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Bukshot, Lil Wyte, Bubba Sparxxx, Rittz, Jelly Roll - Out the Way lyrics]
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
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)
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 GC 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 CP 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
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)
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)
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-IE R-O T in hell when you're killed