I'm way too high I'm way too high Bitch I'm way too high I'm way too
I'm way too high I'm way too high Bitch I'm way too high I'm way too high I'm way too high
Bitch I'm way too high (cut it, cut it, cut it) Uh (cut it, cut it, cut it)
It's like every time I see a broke bitch Try to hate on me I tell her cut the shit Ain't nothin' I want, I ain't gonna get Bitch I'm too real to be counterfeit He want a feature, he can't afford it Got the nerve to tell me B cut the price Ran off once, ran off twice I ain't go'in bike bitch 'I'm so plies I mean damn
Last year I shit on 'em, this year I do it again Me and papadon just fucked up the Gram 2016 wearin' Bape in Japan I got a lineup of niggas that's wishing for me to be single Out here one mo gain Baller alert wanna see my dm She ain't with me unless that hoe a ten
I gotta lot of new cash Car got a lot on the dash I just go straight to the plug I cut a lot of the tax I had some snakes in my garden I cut a lot of that grass I hear that music they doin' I said fuck all of that trash
I say mirror, mirror on that damn wall It Said damn Bia you the waviest I'm Chanel down to my fragrance And this highlight look radiant I'm in the latest shit You on that hater shit I'm like fuck a hater like atheists I got a poolroom in my new crib And my landlord is a patriot Goddamn
I'm way too high I'm way too high Bitch I'm way too high I'm smoking on that cheecha in Tisa Goddamn I'm way too fly Don't ask me if I'm leasing the beamer I drive, you way behind You tweaking if you thinking I'm off my grind Bitch you wasting time Woop
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Run up them bands on the regular, hittin' my plug on the cellular Tell my ex bitch that I'm sorry, I'ma skate off in the 'Rari Keep 36 by my side, I'ma go bake me a pie Keep 45 on my side, fuck with my niggas, you die All of my niggas say blood, all of my niggas say 'cause Ot, I found me a plug, I got it straight out the mud Keep it a hundred, no bull, I fell in love with the drugs Bustin' it down in the tub, pay me my money in dubs Water whippin', lookin' like I'm fishin' Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin' Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin' Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin' Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me I don't fuck with phony, 'bout to sell a pony All these niggas on me, all these bitches on me Say my price is good, motherfucker, show me
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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