ØWAYSL Lyrics – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, BSlime

Read the full ØWAYSL lyrics by Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, BSlime, Sk8star, Rob49 and Tezzus from the album Slime Language 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Stoner Life’s music, you can also explore Gotta Love Us and Weird, two other songs by Young Stoner Life.

[Intro: Young Thug, Rob49, Tezzus]
Yeah
(Yeah, fu*k)
Ø-W-A-Y-S-L, ya dig? (Project)
Woo
ØWAY
ØWAY
ØWAY (B!tch)

[Verse 1: BSlime & Tezzus]
Yeah, let’s go
Yeah, we getting too rich, woo (We getting too rich)
I told my b!tch (I told my b!tch) to come get hit (To come get hit)
We toting a switch (We toting a switch), we live in the mix (We live in the mix)
We jump in the crowd (We jump in the crowd), we don’t turn down (No, no)

[Verse 2: Sk8star]
Got sticks in the truck (Sticks in the truck), we having that stuff (Having that stuff)
We shot at your Ricks (Shot at your Ricks), we gon’ light it up (ØWAY, ØWAY)
I put Chanel on my b!tch (Chanel on her), ain’t playing ’bout her (ain’t playing ’bout her)
We jump in the crowd (Jump in), ØWAY, they can’t fu*k with us (They can’t fu*k with us)

[Verse 3: Tezzus]
The fu*k is you talking ’bout? (Thе fu*k is you talking ’bout?) I’m running it up (I’m running it up)
We stay at yo’ momma house (We stay at yo’ momma housе), I’m running it up
I fu*k it up at the Waffle House (Fu*k it up at the Waffle House), I don’t give a fu*k
I don’t give a damn, I’m finna hop in the crowd
I put real n!ggas back in style

[Verse 4: BSlime & Tezzus]
Say, “Simon Says (Slatt),” stacking hundreds as tall as some legs (Slatt, slatt)
You know how to play it (You know), told ’em shoot at your head ’til you dead (Ya dig? You dead)
You know when you hit ’em (Ya dig?) and you drop to the muh’fu*king ground? (You know what I’m saying?)
N!gga, hop out the Scat Pack and chase his fu*k ass down (Chase him down)

[Verse 5: Tezzus]
It’s a opp in my blunt, I seen ghosts in my smoke, b!tch

At the top of the month, I count money like I sow bricks
Champion rings on my n!ggas, we getting way bigger, we crossing them O, b!tch (ØWAY)
Tezzus the Tom Brady, dunk ’em, check on the coach, b!tch

[Verse 6: Sk8star]
And I got piercings in my nose, boogers on my wrist, b!tch (Slatt)
I love all my hoes, I can’t do commitment (All my hoes, slatt, yeah, let’s go)
Ayy, fu*k her, that ho is a scrum (A scrum)
A year ago, I was just broke, now I’m in Switzerland, eating on lamb (Eating on lamb)

[Verse 7: Young Thug]
Yeah, ØWAY, let’s go, let’s get it
We kill ’em, we whack ’em, get low, it’s litty (ØWAY)
We load up, we hit the lo’, we wet it (Let’s go)
Then go to next one, listen
I got money on his head, you can’t save lil’ one, yeah
Money on his back, treat it like a pillar, yeah
Fu*k what OG said, icing out my n!ggas, yeah
I’m doing it backwards, buying chains for the killers, yeah
He playing with my b!tch, so, yes, I gotta get him
I threw him off the top row, then my brother split him
I’m talking my Virgil in the backyard
He telling me to kill these pu*sy boys again, yeah
Choking all my hoes ’cause they know I’m the man
Dunk him on his s*it, b!tch, stop that fu*king playing (Playing)
Have you ever spinned they hood in a slow-ass Sedan?
Pull up, get a bonus ’cause you still got your mans
Hundred bricks, so many, I don’t know just what I’m doing
I can’t cop him SP5DER ’cause he know how to do it fluent
I got oranges on my tree, I told her, “Pull in (Ooh)”
Ghetto b!tch ain’t got no class called (??) (??)
We getting them millions, the money falling
The cash on me and my ho
And my bro and my lil’ one
Got lil’ shawty a new bag, Crocodile (??)

[Chorus: Rob49]
One nine, a two (A two), one down (One down), one through (One through)
This ho a clown (A clown), ain’t nothing (ain’t nothing), a joke (A joke), uh-huh
UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI)
UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh (B!tch, fu*k)

[Verse 8: Rob49]
We getting too rich, yeah
I done popped a b!tch, yeah and got her full of baguettes, yeah
Got her through on that ‘net, yeah, one ho on a jet, yeah
Treat that ho like a fan (No, no), I ain’t giving her s*it (S*it)
I like ya (Like ya), I promise (Promise) to pop it (Yeah, yeah)
This b!tch here, yeah look badder, yeah than Rihanna, yeah, yeah
My neck come white gold, but my b!tch come red (Red)
I met my ho drunk, I can’t train no b!tch (Train no b!tch)
I’m next, yeah, I told ya (Told ya), yo’ neck, it’s bogus, yeah
The b!tch (B!tch), she going (She going), the ho (The ho), I fold her (I fold her)

[Chorus: Rob49]
One nine, a two (A two), one down (One down), one through (One through)
This ho (This ho) a clown (A clown), ain’t nothing (ain’t nothing), a joke (A joke), uh-huh
UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI)
UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh, UY SCUTI (UY SCUTI), uh-huh (B!tch, fu*k)