Get in the Way - Kevin Gates, Lil Boosie

If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade

Beat up your face

No surrender, me no run away

If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade

Beat up your face

No surrender, me no run away

Last time I checked, I wasn’t soft on these streets

Bled and fought, win, lose, or draw on these streets

Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets

Open shopping, hotels

Serve raw on these streets

Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one

Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow’s got one

Eatin' when they sleepin'

Feedin' my aggression

Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure

Lyrically inclined I post and represent

Shit no, sick flow

Throw some medicine

X-Macmilicon

Young, black militant

Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent

Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go

You know I’mma show my ass everywhere I go

2002, close case

I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away)

I couldn’t get at the nigga, so I made it my point to get at his bitch

Check me out, look

Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin'

Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting

She tellin' me she feelin my Jamaican accent

So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in

She pullin' on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova

I’m send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova

We’re all going on a summer holiday

Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday

We’re all going on a summer holiday

Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday

Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go

You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go