I've been through a lot but I stay tense oh
Lost it with the gang and we won't fold We crackin' this shit put a damn fold
You trust me bitch she a damn hoe Yeah she tryna f*ck to the hell no
We gon' shoot up the house put it get low I'm rockin' this out now I'm way too fly
Locked in with the gang yeah we up in the sky I'm takin' these drugs yeah I'm way too high
I'm in love with this girl ho she do me right I'm gettin' racks this bitch wanna f*ck
You about to block but you run out of luck I keep me a Glock yeah I'm keepin' you tucked
I put in the work I'm finna be up The polo bag got the racks in
I took it bitch blew her back in If it's bout the racks I'ma tap it
Got a pole in my lap I ain't lackin' I'm in love with the drugs I'ma freakin' at it
I double the bag yeah I'ma keep at it I cover the racks like it's mathematics
I just hop in the coupe and that shit automatic Yeah me and that Gabbie go spinnin' the Jeep
I'm gettin' the racks yeah I get it all week I'ma double the bag I'ma cop me a lease
I'm in love with this bitch I'ma go free through the links
Walk in the party I rockin' some rings Hold up the racks that I dropped on the blink
I just double my car now I'm sippin' on pink
I'm sippin' on pink I'm sippin' on me
All my pockets thin now this bitch is low no
All these racks so crazy this bitch from Florida
I got a Chanel my glasses my wife it's when I saw her now
Take a breath I take a breath
I got a chest I got a rose
Praise the Lord and I'm praisin' the star
Praise the Lord praise the Lord
I'm in love with this bitch I'ma tap it
These hoes have my wrist
Fell in love with the thot
You can't judge me judgment day
Tell me about the bitch nah tell me about the hoe
Tell me about that fat bitch and now she got some time
Tell me about the hoe what's she tryna get some tonight
Talk about racks not talk about hoes not tonight
Oh way too hot way too geek
I'm so way too hot I don't need smoke no gas
I just smoked your bitch now she through she's on time
Tell me about the bitch and now she got some time
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Thuug Boy - Way2high Lyrics
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I've been through a lot but I stay tense oh
Lost it with the gang and we won't fold We crackin' this shit put a damn fold
You trust me bitch she a damn hoe Yeah she tryna f*ck to the hell no
We gon' shoot up the house put it get low I'm rockin' this out now I'm way too fly
Locked in with the gang yeah we up in the sky I'm takin' these drugs yeah I'm way too high
I'm in love with this girl ho she do me right I'm gettin' racks this bitch wanna f*ck
You about to block but you run out of luck I keep me a Glock yeah I'm keepin' you tucked
I put in the work I'm finna be up The polo bag got the racks in
I took it bitch blew her back in If it's bout the racks I'ma tap it
Got a pole in my lap I ain't lackin' I'm in love with the drugs I'ma freakin' at it
I double the bag yeah I'ma keep at it I cover the racks like it's mathematics
I just hop in the coupe and that shit automatic Yeah me and that Gabbie go spinnin' the Jeep
I'm gettin' the racks yeah I get it all week I'ma double the bag I'ma cop me a lease
I'm in love with this bitch I'ma go free through the links
Walk in the party I rockin' some rings Hold up the racks that I dropped on the blink
I just double my car now I'm sippin' on pink
I'm sippin' on pink I'm sippin' on me
All my pockets thin now this bitch is low no
All these racks so crazy this bitch from Florida
I got a Chanel my glasses my wife it's when I saw her now
Take a breath I take a breath
I got a chest I got a rose
Praise the Lord and I'm praisin' the star
Praise the Lord praise the Lord
I'm in love with this bitch I'ma tap it
These hoes have my wrist
Fell in love with the thot
You can't judge me judgment day
Tell me about the bitch nah tell me about the hoe
Tell me about that fat bitch and now she got some time
Tell me about the hoe what's she tryna get some tonight
Talk about racks not talk about hoes not tonight
Oh way too hot way too geek
I'm so way too hot I don't need smoke no gas
I just smoked your bitch now she through she's on time
Tell me about the bitch and now she got some time
Translated by HIPHOPLEcom
Lost it with the gang and we won't fold We crackin' this shit put a damn fold
You trust me bitch she a damn hoe Yeah she tryna f*ck to the hell no
We gon' shoot up the house put it get low I'm rockin' this out now I'm way too fly
Locked in with the gang yeah we up in the sky I'm takin' these drugs yeah I'm way too high
I'm in love with this girl ho she do me right I'm gettin' racks this bitch wanna f*ck
You about to block but you run out of luck I keep me a Glock yeah I'm keepin' you tucked
I put in the work I'm finna be up The polo bag got the racks in
I took it bitch blew her back in If it's bout the racks I'ma tap it
Got a pole in my lap I ain't lackin' I'm in love with the drugs I'ma freakin' at it
I double the bag yeah I'ma keep at it I cover the racks like it's mathematics
I just hop in the coupe and that shit automatic Yeah me and that Gabbie go spinnin' the Jeep
I'm gettin' the racks yeah I get it all week I'ma double the bag I'ma cop me a lease
I'm in love with this bitch I'ma go free through the links
Walk in the party I rockin' some rings Hold up the racks that I dropped on the blink
I just double my car now I'm sippin' on pink
I'm sippin' on pink I'm sippin' on me
All my pockets thin now this bitch is low no
All these racks so crazy this bitch from Florida
I got a Chanel my glasses my wife it's when I saw her now
Take a breath I take a breath
I got a chest I got a rose
Praise the Lord and I'm praisin' the star
Praise the Lord praise the Lord
I'm in love with this bitch I'ma tap it
These hoes have my wrist
Fell in love with the thot
You can't judge me judgment day
Tell me about the bitch nah tell me about the hoe
Tell me about that fat bitch and now she got some time
Tell me about the hoe what's she tryna get some tonight
Talk about racks not talk about hoes not tonight
Oh way too hot way too geek
I'm so way too hot I don't need smoke no gas
I just smoked your bitch now she through she's on time
Tell me about the bitch and now she got some time
Translated by HIPHOPLEcom
Writer: Zane mavifay
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