Way Hii lyrics

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Said she in love with cocaina, love to sniff it, my nig'
Gave her drops of LSD, and now she trippy, my nig'
Told her if she get with me, I'll live life different, my nig'
I'm official, ya dig? Come get with me, lil' b*tch

[Chorus: Buddy]
Way high, way high, way high
Way high, way high
Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high
Stay high, stay high, stay high
Way high, way high, way high
Way high, way high
Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high
Stay high, stay high, stay high

[Post-Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
It ain't hard to tell what the f*ck I'm on
Every verse I have, every hook is on
Plenty women 'round me with nothing on
Bad b*tches only thing into my arms

[Verse 1: Buddy]
Floating as you rolling, smoking on this potent
Baby say she want a line, I gave her purple potion
Now I'm 'bout to go in, got her body soaking
Stroke it 'til the morning, well, I can't forget the Trojan
[Chorus: Buddy]
Way high, way high, way high
Way high, way high
Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high
Stay high, stay high, stay high
Way high, way high, way high
Way high, way high
Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high
Stay high, stay high, stay high

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Said she in love with cocaina, love to sniff it, my nig'
Gave her drops of LSD, now she trippy, my nig'
Told if she get with me, I'll live life different, my nig'
I'm official, ya dig? Come get with me, lil' b*tch

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Wiz Khalifa]
This is how it goes
n*ggas sleepy high, wake up stoned
Clique up with my bros
n*gga, hit my line with my phone
Hop in the whip and I roll
Getting these women, just giving them di*k, that's for sho
n*ggas is talking, we living it though
Finna' pull up in this b*tch in my robe
Cozy Boyz sprinter on tour, fill it with hoes
They don't want drama, they gon' get exposed
My new b*tch don't model, we drink out the bottle
Be so high, you probably think our eyes closed
Yo Wiz, man this sh*t finna' go
She in love with the coke and I'm sipping the fo'
Sniffing lines off my di*k, puttin' the tip of my di*k in her nose, oh
Whoa, where did we go?
Got my own papers, I don't got to send you to the store
Got a b*tch who stash my weed and got another one to roll
Got a b*tch from Instagram who want to f*ck me on the low
First I slide up in them DMs then I slip into her throat
We stick to the code
[Chorus: Buddy]
Way high, way high, way high
Way high, way high
Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high
Stay high, stay high, stay high
Way high, way high, way high
Way high, way high
Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high
Stay high, stay high, stay high

[Post-Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
It ain't hard to tell what the f*ck I'm on
Every verse a half, every hook is on
Plenty women 'round me with nothing on
Bad b*tches only thing into my arms