XO (WAY 2 HIGH)

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, Waterboy, you too wavy [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, this or that? (Yeah) My niggas walked in with sticks intact (Yeah) Bitch, I just ran through like fifty racks (Yeah) Okay, this lil' ho broke, I ain't fixin' that (Yeah, huh) Bitch, you gotta come down, need to sit back The way I fuck that check up, I know you miss that Nigga playin', he get shot with his bitch ass Ex ho hit me, said she want a lick back (Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah) Drank, I pour, the world is yours (The world is yours) Yeah, nigga want war (Nigga want war), we got sticks galore Bitch, I got some money, but I want some more (Oh, yeah) Brodie be noddin', he pourin' up a four (Oh, yeah) Me and all my hoes move in one accord (Oh, yeah) Get way too high, don't wan' live no more (Oh, yeah) [Verse] Time slow, fuck waitin' (Yeah) Blew her mind, bitch fainted (Yeah) Said I'm not shit, can't lie, girl, you ate that (Yeah) Bitch, I'm with all my slime, we go way back (Yeah) Say you love me, girl, why would you say that? (Why would you say that?) Ain't gon' lie, you might need to rephrase that (Need to rephrase that) But nothing in this life is free (Yeah) Silence on that Glock, won't hear a peep (Yeah) This love shit here baby, not for the weak (Yeah) I got so rich, I can't even believe Brodie be rollin' off Percs and them beans (Yeah) These designer shoes, they cost me a few Gs Yeah, said we locked in, bitch, fuck did you mean? Was it reality or a dream? Bitch, I rock Raf Simons, Margiela, Gucci Ho, if you ain't fuckin', then, ho, you can leave, yeah, yeah [Bridge] Yeah, woah Why you leave me? (Yeah) Stab in my chest, now my hearts bleedin' (Yeah) Tell you my life, would you believe me? (You believe me, yeah) Fell in love with you, no, it's too easy (It's too easy, yeah) (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo—, yeah) [Chorus] Okay, this lil' ho broke, I ain't fixin' that (Yeah, huh) Bitch, you gotta come down, need to sit back The way I fuck that check up, I know you miss that Nigga playin', he get shot with his bitch ass Ex ho hit me, said she want a lick back (Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah) Drank, I pour, the world is yours (The world is yours) Yeah, nigga want war (Nigga want war), we got sticks galore Bitch, I got some money, but I want some more Brodie be noddin', he pourin' up a four Me and all my hoes move in one accord Get way too high, don't wan' live no more [Outro] Get way too high, don't wan' live no more