W2C Lyrics

Way too cool, why in the hell would I roll with you

Way too ooh, I'm high up tryna talk to the moon (way to high)

Way too cool, way too fly this really not new

Way

Me and you, went for a ride but really we flew

Let's go to the mall, we live it up for the people we knew

Won't back down now, just light up the green I'm feelin blue

Roll one up, fill my cup

I can't feel it, not enough

They gon hate who gives a fuck

Tell 'em that talkin ain't enough

I got some shit that gon make them hush

Better slow down 'fore you get rushed

I know that they're soft, I know that they're plush

I get in her guts and I'm tearin it up

Hop in the booth and I burn the shit down

I get in my bag, I feel like I'm crown

I really went Jack, I ran thru the town

No Johnny, they say bravo now

Speed off, leave her hollowed out

Ran thru her like Pau Gasol

Niggas mad, name ringing now

They down bad, goin out like wow

She took a knee tied up her hair and I'm like wow

Really did her thing, ain't leave a mess, so I'm like wow

He had a buzz, then he let it go, and I'm like how

This weed strong, it's a new pack, hit me like pow

Shorty sweet like whiskey, come here baby leave me tipsy

On a run like Nipsey

In my lane like I'm Vick, ain't nobody running with me

Tell me how they gon get me, niggas moving like a pick me

I'm more D Rose, ain't nobody gon pick you

You given women Ick, Vicki

Yeah

That's why I stay on my shit, and stay out the way

I building myself a throne

Y'aint gon help then leave me alone

It hurt my heart to know that you gone

Get a fresh cut and it make go harder

I can do anything, I told my father

I can do anything, I'm a go a lil farther

I can do anything, there is no sweating me, I feel like that young nigga on the dodgers

Way too cool, why the hell would I be worried bout you

Work too hard, why the hell would I think I could fall

Too much gall, Imma shoot if I get the ball

All my life, been wise like I'm Odin

Only child, I ball like the Chosen

One on 5, the kid still scorin

On em, rainin and pourin, I'm used the storm

We step out in parkas, when temps get low

Too fresh in this vest, got me pullin ya hoe

Rock my lil tat when it sunny outside

Get on my hustle, got steps to stride

So high up tryna get to the moon

So damn deep might cook up her womb

Catchin plays on cam, yo, shout out to Jake

Million dollar smile, a billi the face

Was Workin through the whole off season

Baddie on the bed and she doing deep breathing

Smoke all night, and morning to evening

As long as ya boy keep breathing

Silk