Far From Average Lyrics

It's Juke

Hey

I'm way far from average

Just check out my status

I'm having work by the basket

Who can run up them racks the fastest

All I know get the pack then pass it

Really know how to work the scale

You can ask my clientele

My name steady ringing bells

Pop the shit outta rubber band yeah this all hun duns

Hey Hey

Bad bitches in the lobby nigga I can barely pick one

Hey Hey

Straps all in my tour bus bitch I got like six guns

Okay okay

Pillow talking on a real nigga prolly why his bitch gone

All I know is just stay in my lane

Get them chicken like Raising Canes

I done seen some amazing things

I'm still eating and saying my grace

Drew a picture it start with the outline

I don't know bout the opps just the allies

I just jumped in the jag and went bye bye

Twenty five I'm a boss with the mob ties

Tricks like the cat in the hat

I just left with yo bitch and you can't get her back

You run off with that brick you get hit with the Mac

She suck like a tick cause I'm sharp as a tack

Leading this shit cause I start in the back

No he ain't got racks ain't no time to relax

All this shit by myself I done seen it through

When this all had just started hey where were you

All the L's went to W's

You lied and you cheated that's double news

How supporting me somehow it trouble you

Now's these chips looking something like Ruffles do

Put designer my belt and my duffle too

I'll make him dance he wanna bust a move

Hit her nice and slow that's what Usher do

Niggas acting funny Cliff Huxtable

Half these hoes untrustable

I just barely met her she gon eat it like a lunchable

Gucci on my sweater so they know that I'm untouchable

These niggas be disruptional

I'm not for no discussing no

I'm way far from average

Just check out my status

I'm having work by the basket

Who can run up them racks the fastest

All I know get the pack then pass it

Really know how to work the scale

You can ask my clientele

My name steady ringing bells

Pop the shit outta rubber band yeah this all hun duns

Hey hey

Bad bitches in the lobby nigga I can barely pick one

Hey hey

Straps all in my tour bus bitch I got like six guns

Okay okay

Pillow talking on a real nigga prolly why his bitch gone

Yeah

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