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