which way lyrics

[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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, f*ck n*gga, 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

[Verse 1]
I'm on a G6, goin' insane
My brand new watch is a old Plain Jane
My brand new b*tch 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 n*ggas can't stop me
I'm way too B-I-G, who shot ya?
I sip codeine, I don't sip liquor
My young n*gga been pullin' them triggers
My new b*tch can't touch my figures
These n*ggas dead-ass broke but I'm gettin' so richer
I had to crop them out my picture
I do this sh*t for my momma, n*gga
If you stay down, I got you, n*gga
Check out the sh*t that we poppin', n*gga
Poppin', we poppin' sh*t, poppin', hey
[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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, f*ck n*gga, 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

[Verse 2]
I been losin' my mind
If I'm bein' honesty, I ain't even have time
All this drink 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
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 lowkey
All these n*ggas tryna be like me
All these b*tches tryna f*ck on me
Honestly, I can't get no sleep
[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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, f*ck n*gga, 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