Way Out Lyrics

JazzyWayne

I'm the type to sit back and just watch shit, let it play out

I'm the type that got kids that I really don't even play bout

I'm the type won't up the can 'less I'm really gon spray out

If you crossin' paths with me, better pray for a way out

All my niggas trained to go, he up the pole and he gone blow

All my niggas in and out the doh, cuz we tryin' get mo

Shoppin' with me is like shoppin' at Sam's, ion pay attention when you talkin' on the gram

A nigga like me be liftin' em weights, so a nigga like me be talkin' in pounds

Still lowkey in a whip with no key, still got a bad bitch rollin' with me, she in the front seat and she rollin' up tree.

Still doin' burnouts in the SRT needed something a lil faster got the J E T

My girl a real baddie she stay down with me, now it's only right she stay gettin' high with me

Anything she see I buy it's free

The perks of fuckin' with a G like me, sit around all day and smoke this weed

Gas tank never run on E, roll it by the O Z

Roll up on a weak ass nigga, incase a nigga want smoke with me

It's hard to stay humble when they want you to fumble

It's hard to climb out when you come from the struggle

Everything that I got, I got it off the muscle

Everything that I want, Ima get it off of hustle

When you niggas in the way, Ima do a lil shuffle

If I load it from the tip, Ima hit em with muzzle

Might cut a nigga up, he a jig-saw puzzle

I'm the type to sit back and just watch shit, let it play out

I'm the type that got kids that I really don't even play bout

I'm the type won't up the can 'less I'm really gon spray out

If you crossin' paths with me, better pray for a way out

A nigga like you come for a nigga like me, a nigga like you gon end up a tee

Whole family rock ya ass like brand when you dead, but instead it's a R.I.P.

Until you gone and a hole get dug, niggas run around and don't show no love

Until you gone and a hole get dug, niggas run around and don't show no love

Got a few solid niggas who I know got my back

B110 and you know it's straight facts

'Member back day we was searchin' all black

Rich white kids man boy that ass was got, thinkin' shit was sweet til they ass get cracked

Fuckin' all they hos then we give 'em right back, but she came back to back so she came right back