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get out the way - lil c (can) lyrics

[intro]
know we in the stu’ with them shooters man
brrt, brrt
back on that err sh*t n*gga
right back on that
you know that (haha)
mm, wait, yo

[chorus]
whole lotta shooters all up in this car, we thought it was shh so we slammed on the breaks
n*ggas want talk on the gang, can’t talk to the team, swear to god, we got switches and drac’s
n*ggas wanna talk about b’s but get put on them tees, i know they got nothin’ to say
he took her out for a five course meal, a n*gga like me took her ass to the way
i know a b*tch from the block that a n*gga tryna crush, but you know i ain’t sayin’ no names
let’s play ball, if a n*gga ain’t tryna go score, i’ma foul a n*gga like dre
we like curry and klay, i know if i pass it to b, he gon’ shoot better get out thе way
didn’t know what to say, b*tch tryna look on my phone, why the f*ck you tryna ruin your day? b*tch

[verse]
all of thesе n*ggas are hoes, they rap ’bout sh*t that they don’t even do
how the f*ck you got ten n*ggas in your vids and not even one of them n*ggas gon’ shoot?
they like “lil c, what the f*ck is you doin’? stay out the streets and stick to the stu'”
f*ck all of that, i’m tryna hop out the car and do what i usually do, p*ssy
half of them n*ggas that’s dissin’ my name, you know they don’t put in no pain
i’m like a rooster, come to they block early mornin’ and wake they ass up with the flame
everyday make a gain, if you ain’t makin’ no money, how the f*ck is you claimin’ you gang?
what the f*ck did i say? if you ain’t if you ain’t makin’ no money, how the f*ck is you claimin’ you gang? b*tch (you broke)
hop out the car, start blastin’, my n*ggas some savages, they probably gon’ shoot out the roof
i’m a lil’ different, i like to hop out of bushes on n*ggas, all they seen was the poof
he tried to hang with the gang, he said he a savage, gotta get in that car and show proof
he tried to hang with the gang, he said he a savage, lil’ n*gga gotta show me the proof
[chorus]
whole lotta shooters all up in this car, we thought it was shh so we slammed on the breaks
n*ggas want talk on the gang, can’t talk to the team, swear to god, we got switches and drac’s
n*ggas wanna talk about b’s but get put on them tees, i know they got nothin’ to say
he took her out for a five course meal, a n*gga like me took her ass to the way
i know a b*tch from the block that a n*gga tryna crush, but you know i ain’t sayin’ no names
let’s play ball, if a n*gga ain’t tryna go score, i’ma foul a n*gga like dre
we like curry and klay, i know if i pass it to b, he gon’ shoot better get out the way
didn’t know what to say, b*tch tryna look on my phone, why the f*ck you tryna ruin your day? b*tch (dumb b*tch, haha)

- lil c can lyrics

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