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out the way - tec lyrics

[intro]
yeah
just saying lil b-tch
better stay in your f-cking lane
b-tch that ain’t another religion, luau

[hook]
lil will stepped out his boundary
and a couple weeks they found him
with a blood puddle under him
and two man sh-lls upon him
swimming in that water with the sharks and ya’ll found him
dead they gon pr-nounce him
n-gga don’t hunting around
better be careful what you say
n-gga gon get you out the way
better be careful what you say
n-gga gon get you out the way

[verse 1]
let them in that metro for a day
f-ck all this surfing i know where them boys stay
quotes coming from my verse and blood squirting out his face
they gon he-rs- him ain’t no nurse him gotta dig him up a grave
like to put one in his face for speaking on the nation make you had a demonstration
flesh ripping bullet stay there flipping while they penetrating
straight weapon we gon squeeze had them soon as weak
catch em the k outta town and open stomachs like a c section
then we make eleven as they carry urban glitch
n-ggas know we murking sh-t, stolen this and burglary
i pop the one with the silencer he never heard the sh-t
if he make it to the hospital he gon die from surgery

[verse 2]
get on your trailer, get on now move
all o my n-ggas be willing to shoot
i got the straps when i ain’t e’en the booth
i got some sh-t i been waiting to use
go up in smoke while we doing the most
shots in store gints that hoe
running round thousand dollar a load
no it’s just to [?] so
[?] to stop that’s a convertible
make for expensive clothes and we ain’t just rocking on
i can make em disappear [?] when he slip
rapping’s stepping my career
all that work gon get you k!lled
shots from the car done leave your head split
pull up on your block and hop on you with some dreads in
i know that this glock gon leave some hoes [?] red sh-t
p-ssy don’t hear nothing when they sliding on some scared sh-t, glide

[spoken outro]
me personally you know, i ain’t with all o that long jeopardy beef sh-t, you know. you know that sh-t get empty with me you know luau era, and everybody in they gang you know my n-gga gon dead. clap for this sh-t. yeah, yeah rise up the strap for this sh-t. niga, you already know it’s so f-cked up n-gga. f-ck wrong with you? i ain’t playing either

- tec lyrics

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