Out The Way by Kahri 1k Lyrics
I just got off FT with a bad bitch
She like 5 whole states away
I’m finna hot the lot and cop a 2020
I sit in that bitch I’m outta space
These niggas hating speakin outta place
Extendo on me 30 to yo face
Chop sticks on us go the other way
Every 2 racks i go purchase a K
Every 2 racks We go purchase 2 weapons
It don’t cost shit to getcha out the way
Whoever ain’t with me
Can’t stop me from flexing
Cause the few that’s around me
Ain’t fit to be played with my nigga
It’s too much money odb
You shouldn’t have no time
To hate on no nigga
Ion be kicking no fake shit
My city love me
I’m G
Ion need my hitters
They talked down on me oh well
Ian never had can’t tell
I’m Pushing 100 No L’s
Backwood 2.5 In The Air
BlueFace in his pants from sales
I talk fishes open they gills
Cash app got racks gahdamn
15 in the trap
Yes mam
Green cheese on me like Sam
Ian gotta plan shit they lay em
Weon dodge shit nigga we ram
I’m popping not just ona gram
He thought I was lacking
He blammed
He run with the mob don’t play him
Slob on My Nob Go Ham
When you parking my car you
Don’t examine
You braggin on ha and I stamped her
I’m young athe baddest bitches
I stunt ona hoe got her mad at my bitches
They saying they with me
They mad cause I’m winning
She sucking me like she give head for a living
I’m heavy and Ion lift weights and I’m building
Pop yo shit I hope you gone back that shit up
Nigga
Ima talk my shit
But Ian gone say to much
My dealings they richer
Ion be having no kick it for skittles
M & M ‘ s I want em I’m getting em
Whip Came widda Glock in the middle
Prior to that i had one like I’m Richard
She like 5 whole states away
I’m finna hot the lot and cop a 2020
I sit in that bitch I’m outta space
These niggas hating speakin outta place
Extendo on me 30 to yo face
Chop sticks on us go the other way
Every 2 racks i go purchase a K
Every 2 racks We go purchase 2 weapons
It don’t cost shit to getcha out the way
Whoever ain’t with me
Can’t stop me from flexing
Cause the few that’s around me
Ain’t fit to be played with my nigga
It’s too much money odb
You shouldn’t have no time
To hate on no nigga
Ion be kicking no fake shit
My city love me
I’m G
Ion need my hitters
They talked down on me oh well
Ian never had can’t tell
I’m Pushing 100 No L’s
Backwood 2.5 In The Air
BlueFace in his pants from sales
I talk fishes open they gills
Cash app got racks gahdamn
15 in the trap
Yes mam
Green cheese on me like Sam
Ian gotta plan shit they lay em
Weon dodge shit nigga we ram
I’m popping not just ona gram
He thought I was lacking
He blammed
He run with the mob don’t play him
Slob on My Nob Go Ham
When you parking my car you
Don’t examine
You braggin on ha and I stamped her
I’m young athe baddest bitches
I stunt ona hoe got her mad at my bitches
They saying they with me
They mad cause I’m winning
She sucking me like she give head for a living
I’m heavy and Ion lift weights and I’m building
Pop yo shit I hope you gone back that shit up
Nigga
Ima talk my shit
But Ian gone say to much
My dealings they richer
Ion be having no kick it for skittles
M & M ‘ s I want em I’m getting em
Whip Came widda Glock in the middle
Prior to that i had one like I’m Richard