which way

(Ooh)

I don't know which way I'm goin'

I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it

I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens

I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me

Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city

I gotta go, go, go right now

If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down

I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?"

I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now

I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy

I can't even hear what you sayin'

I put that hoe on a G5 plane

I'm on a G6, goin' insane

My brand-new watch is a old Plain Jane

My brand-new bitch in Balenciaga

My old hoe rock vintage Prada

I can get you Chanel, no problem

Callin' my jeweler, I want some diamonds

I keep goin', these niggas can't stop me

I'm way too B-I-G, who shot ya?

I sip codeine, I don't sip liquor

My young nigga been pullin' them triggers

My new bitch can't touch my figures

These niggas dead-ass broke but I'm gettin' so richer

I had to crop them out my picture

I do this shit for my momma, nigga

If you stay down, I got you, nigga

Check out the shit that we poppin', nigga

(Poppin', we poppin' shit, poppin', hey)

I don't know which way I'm goin'

I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it

I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens

I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me

Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city

I gotta go, go, go right now

If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down

I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?"

I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now

I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy

I can't even hear what you sayin'

I put that hoe on a G5 plane

I been losin' my mind

If I'm bein' honest, I ain't even have time

All this drank goin' straight to my mind

All this money goin' straight to my mind

I been high fashion splashin'

All-black super classic

She way too mean, my baby sassy

And she can get what she want, just ask me

When the rain fall, the codeine pours

I tell the plug to send that load

Expensive drip, yeah, check out the logo

I'm outside takin' fan photos

I gotta stay real, real low-key

All these niggas tryna be like me

All these bitches tryna fuck on me

Honestly, I can't get no sleep

(No sleep, no sleep, err)

I don't know which way I'm goin'

I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it

I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens

I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me

Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city

I gotta go, go, go right now

If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down

I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?"

I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now

I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy

I can't even hear what you sayin'

I put that hoe on a G5 plane