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Juice WRLD - Out My Way (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Max Lord
Max Lord
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ay (H-Hit-Boy), we up, ay Max c'mon, we gotta do one take and shit I don't wanna even need no lean, so pump it up Uh, yeah, uh, come on New - on the block, yeah I got my Glocky (c'mon) Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky (c'mon) Wrist on rocky, wish a - tried to stop me (c'mon) Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet (c'mon) Make him take off like Migos (c'mon) In the kitchen whippin' up the bricks, servin' kilos (c'mon) If I gotta get in your door, I pick the key-hole (c'mon) (Full of shit) -, boy these - like A-holes (c'mon) Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos (c'mon) Gettin' bankrolls (c'mon), sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled (c'mon) Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ay Stevie Wonder, it's gonna take away my vision, ay 007, with that Glock, I got precision, ay You be talkin' 'bout the -, when I been did it, ay (c'mon) Free my - in that jam (yeah) I don't give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn Last - said I wasn't shit, she wanna let me cram Hit it from the back (oh yes), I am Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am I had a feelin' they was gon' switch up, will-i-am Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand Clean -, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance Broke -, I got rich and now I do the money dance (c'mon) Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance (c'mon) On the -, for a trick, then after that she - her friend (c'mon) I ain't gonna trick off no -, I don't pay, I just get in (yeah) I ain't really usually the one to be talking my shit, but I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time Two times, maybe a few times (c'mon) Ruinin' careers, man this - easy What my - Davis say, this shit beyond me, yo, ay Okay I'm back in, gettin' it -, with ya broad (c'mon) After she helped me get my rocks off, she - the squad They think I'm a - because they heard the sad songs, that's a façade (c'mon) I'm one of them - that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up (c'mon) (yeah) But if it's a problem, bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up (yeah) That bitch a lil' giraffe the way she bend over and neck us Got killers, Texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us (yeah) Way, way, way, way, way, way Out my way, way, way, way (- out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way Out my way, way, way, way (get the f- out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way Out my way, way, way, way (get the f- out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way (c'mon) Out my way, way, way, way (get the f- out my way), c'mon
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Jarad Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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