Get In The Way Remix lyrics

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
[?] on the track
Lil Boosie Badazz
Trill Entertainment
Click clack
[?]
[?] set it off in this motherf*cker
[?]

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
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

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
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
sh*t no, sick flow
Throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon
Young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent

[Refrain: Kevin Gates]
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
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

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Boosie Badazz!
Get in my way and get your head bust
Blood stanes and white T's, original bottom boys, laying [?]
f*ck who don't like me
n*gga, who you running with?
[?] family [?] some n*ggas who ain't 'bout none of this
Jackin and rollin with [?] pistol
Got the Lil from my name, 'cause I'm a lil bitty n*gga
God sent me here to [?] sh*t
So I'm strapped, n*gga
[?] n*gga
I ain't a [?] na, thugged out and I love it though
f*ck around with Boosie, turn your face into a Chucky doll
Put 50 G's on a n*gga while I'm outa town
sh*t so gangsta, make his main man lay him down
Street n*ggas, head bussers who [?]
Hit him up, hit him up, [?] gangsta when I [?] on
n*gga talking sh*t, but I just lost my grandma
Introduse you b*tch ass n*ggas to Rambo, bao
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
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

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
2002, close case
I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away)
I couldn't get at the n*gga, so I made it my point to get at his b*tch
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

[Bridge: Kevin Gates]
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
[Refrain: Kevin Gates]
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
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