Out The Way*

Lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro] (V-VENDR) (Zerby) [Chorus] We can get high (Mhm), you can get high (Mhm) I will supply (Mhm), I will supply (Mhm) We can get high (Mhm), you can get high (Mhm) I will supply (Mhm), I will supply (Mhm) Go out the way (Mhm), we going out the way (Mhm) I'm rolling up these J's, watch me take it to the face (Ayy) [Verse 1] I roll it up and I go to the moon I've been that nigga, I'm hotter than June She say she love me, she like what I do I got these diamonds, they wet like a pool Hop in that foreign, you know I go fast Praying to God that a nigga don't crash I stay on my pivot, I get to the bag I ain't worried 'bout niggas, they stuck in the past I'm heavy influence, I stay on my grind I walk on the stagе, it's my time to shine You know I'ma kill it, I'm one of a kind Shе wanna come over, give piece of her mind Bae what is the problem, what's on your mental? You know I get it, and I'm all in her dental She want me to pop it, ain't talkin' no pimple I beat up her guts, now she love me, it's simple Call up the plug like "What's on the menu?" (What you doing?) This one (Huh), this one (Huh, need one) Need one more (Bro, what the fuck?) I said I was done, sip lean by the ton (Let's go) You know what I'm on (Hold up), high rise by the sun [Chorus] We can get high (Mhm), you can get high (Mhm) I will supply (Mhm), I will supply (Mhm) We can get high (Mhm), you can get high (Mhm) I will supply (Mhm), I will supply (Mhm) Go out the way (Mhm), we going out the way (Mhm) I'm rolling up these J's, watch me take it to the face [Verse 2] I fuck up the judges, 'cause they gon' do that shit anyways You know how this shit goes and I can't even be faking with your ass anyway Pour a four up, take it to the face, pour a four up in my lemonade I was really tryna make shit shake, back in sixth grade selling ace of shake You really don't know what that's 'bout (Huh) Tryna' move my mom out the house (Huh) Had to go get my ass off the couch (Huh) I had to go figure shit out (Huh) I ain't really faking on you, why you faking on me We could all really turn up, I ain't tripping, everything on me (Ayy) Smoking za, fingers out the pound Every time that it's going down, I be looking forward, I don't turn around She a pretty girl I'ma turn her out I don't give a fuck, about to turn around I be really [?] fuck back Don't care 'bout me-