Way 2 High (Cut It)

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