way home (Intro)

I been way too fucked up

I can’t get it back

Please don’t get it fucked up

You got it all bad

I been way too fucked up

I can’t get it back

Please don’t get it fucked up

You got it all bad

Stepping out in my 1’s

Perry Ellis on my backpack

I’m tryna beat up on them honeybuns

Girl, let me get that Snapchat

Rock a new watch every week

High-school ain’t no time for me to peak

I speak shit into existence, all you bitches do is speak

Hoe don’t you ever get it fucked up

I always been in my bag

Got haters that wanna say “What’s up?”

Y’all girlfriends be our fans

Hoe, shut up and swallow this nut up

Your boyfriend gon’ pay for this cab

Sipping sprite and I got a xanny crushed up

You can tell I’m a man with class

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M

That dollar, dollar bill y’all

Not everything be what it seems

Same dollar bill what kills y’all

Don’t you ever get it fucked up, please

Oh, that’s your girl, but she still call

That’s your girl she belong to them streets

That pussy a “one size fits all”

She said that she want someone to be proud of her, shorty said “I cannot do this alone”

I’m trying so hard to get anything out of her, I’m better off by just staying at home

Shorty was blown that I don’t even follow her, sorry I gotta be focused on bankroll

All of her tears, I need a raincoat

I’m sorry I’m like this but you know the way home

I been way too fucked up

I can’t get it back

Please don’t get it fucked up

You got it all bad

I been way too fucked up

I can’t get it back

Please don’t get it fucked up

You got it all bad