Lyrics
This that Eastside Johnny, big redemption life
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Hol' up
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah
Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah
You either with me or against me, ho
You either with me or
Win, win, win, win, win
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win
These niggas ain't shit, win, win, win, win
Stop chasin' that bitch, win, win, win, win
Big Jay Rock go, on 10, 10, 10, 10s
Exit at 4, bring friend, friend, friend, friends
Matte black two-door, jump in, in, in, in
You might wanna keep score
I win, win, win, win
Forearm tattoos, that's squad, squad, squad, squad
All of them gon' shoot
Don't try, try, try, try
I walk in room, their eyes wide, wide, wide
Third album comin' soon
I'm glad y'all gon' die
I ain't chasin' after no bitch
I got bigger plans than stayin' rich
I've been tapped in since I was six
I tap dance all on a brick
And your diamonds like tap water
That shit way too foggy
These VVSs way awesome
Parked CLS for baby mama
Drop to your death without warnin'
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah
Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah
You either with me or against me, ho
You either with me or, win win, win, win, win
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win
These niggas ain't shit, win, win, win, win
Stop chasin' that bitch, win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas don't stay outside when I play outside
I put the beats on 'em, I'm like Dre outside
I got the Bay outside, and L.A. outside
And if you act bad, I'll bring the K outside
Go and get your money, bitch
None of my niggas on some funny shit
I can tell real by who you runnin' with
I'm all in the field, duck huntin' shit
Hit my plug just to re-up and he was like, "Boop, here"
Migo knew just what it was
Flipped the whole dub and gave it back, "Boop, yeah"
911, no mileage, baby, 9 ball, but no violence, baby
My trigger finger got callus, baby
My bare knuckles got talent, baby
I'm all in the wind with it, on Deuce line, I've been with it
She too fine, I been hit it, crashed two times, I limo-tinted
My new ride, I'm ridin' with the toaster
12 better not pull me over
Championship goin' dumb, nothin' to somethin', I won, bitch
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah
Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah
You either with me or against me, ho
You either with me or, win win, win, win, win
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win
These niggas ain't shit, win, win, win, win
Stop chasin' that bitch, win, win, win, win
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