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letra de out the way - bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
they know not what they f-cking with
cobra spit, they venom hit
poisoned with the southern sh-t
greetings from the mothership
i believe in aliens cause i’m a f-cking alien
not human, i’m from outer sp-ce
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, f-ck 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
bl–dy arts, dracula
suck it up, l!ck it up, i’ve been thirsty
f-ck 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 f-ck out my face
you see i’d rather be alone than f-ck with a fake
cause i can do bad on my own, i don’t f-ck with these snakes
b-tch get the f-ck out the way
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
you see i’d rather be alone than f-ck with a fake
b-tch get the f-ck out the way
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)

[verse 2: lil wyte]
f-ck with bukshot, you f-cking 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 motherf-cker to shame
got a badass b-tch, razor blade in her mouth
she’ll f-ck you up, this one can’t be tamed
i’m lost in my zone, i ain’t been home in months
don’t p-ss me off cause i’m not on my rocker
two in the pink and one in the stink
oh i am the motherf-cking 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 k!llers that’ll come through your ceilings so therefore you won’t see me
and i’m on that f-cking sh-t
get scratched off my motherf-cking bucket list
don’t f-ck with this
crazy-ass white boy
cause i’ve been known to get up in yo sh-t
i’m looney tunes, you better daffy duck cause i f-ck 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
f-ck 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 stage
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 we talking down i don’t know, i guess they hate us (haha)
i’m so exasperated, i am so flabbergasted, these p-ssies 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 sh-t until then (you know what)
i’ll bet the fame getting all of these blanks filled in (woo)
they can talk that sh-t 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 f-ck out my face
you see i’d rather be alone than f-ck with a fake
cause i can do bad on my own, i don’t f-ck with these snakes
b-tch get the f-ck out the way
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
you see i’d rather be alone than f-ck with a fake
b-tch get the f-ck out the way
b-tch get the f-ck out the way! (way)
[verse 4: rittz]
try to f-ck with bukshot, you will end up getting f-cked up and whatnot
you f-ckwat, must not know who you’re f-cking 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 “godd-mn” 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 us a little mercy praying for a miracle
when n-ggas fear the flow without your lifeless body
i don’t see too many real motherf-ckers getting k!lled by weed
to sit still or chill but motherf-cker 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 fl!ck
but b-tch 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 h-ll when you’re k!lled

- bukshot

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