This is just some high sh*t
Roll a blunt and light it
And my b*tch is riding
Like cyclists , and I been
Cooking up some sh*t
Call me fresh , Gordon Ramsey
I coulda f*cked yo b*tch but she can't afford a plan B
Smoking trees by the jungle on a beat going chimpanzee
Yo b*tch coming in handy , she won’t give you handies
Trappin out the Grammys , in the future ain't no free bands g
Swerving out in traffic , switching lanes
Ain't in no Camry
Prolly in something that’s tinted and black I'm ripping and running , you walking real fast
I'm counting up dubs money long like giraffes , I'm dripping like splash , my neck is a bath
Life's not a race but you coming in last
Don't take hoes on dates , I tell em I fast
Member days we was starved out in the trap
Got to a bag , never looked back
Got up them racks
I'm smoking this gas
Bout bread need a bag
You broke like some glass
This sh*t on my neck make a b*tch wet
This sh*t on my neck cost ya whole check
Threw a n*gga neck , f*ck it what's the catch
Gave the b*tch back , her bread is what I kept
Young Freshie and I’m finna run a check up
n*ggas know I’m next up , go ahead and fess up
I ain't hit yo b*tch , she just sucked me for the pleasure
I’m ballin like Chris Webber , you used to ball Bruce Jenner
“Aye back in the day” I ain't hearing nunna that
Smoking loud I can't hear you like I'm deaf
What’s that sound
What's that sound
What's the sound
Throwing signs I don't bang tho
But you can still catch me wit the gang tho
Ra Squad , free that member out them chains tho
On God , smoking timber , that's trees , if you ain't know
b*tches begging me to f*ck guess that's why she on her knees
Her n*gga keep hitting her up , she just keep letting it ring
Ain't got sh*t to do wit me , so I do not say a thing
I be tryna stay lowkey , mind no biz that ain't paying me
Yo b*tch is tryna lay wit me
I told that b*tch don't play wit me
This b*tch is trifling , you wanna start your life with , I do not advise it
Btw this just some high sh*t
Roll a blunt and light it
Lesbians , I'm grinding
Leviosa imma fly nig
Riches on my list
Of things that a n*gga finna die wit
Plus a fine b*tch , these n*ggas ain't good as I is
These n*ggas ain't really riding
Ellipticals they remind me
Why I do sh*t by my lonely
Smell the gas the sh*t all on me
Face a wrap straight to the domeski
In castle but I call it home g
Is that a crown gone put that on me
Smoking loud , what is you saying?
I can't hear sh*t you saying
You run up n*ggas get to spraying
No can but my n*ggas raiding
And they is not the laws though
But they in yo home with dogs doe
And they gone let them b*tches bark
They up and let them pistols spark
But that's just for the child's play
Get ugly we got war sh*ts
These n*ggas ain't on nothing
And I mean that from the horse's mouth
You can hear it from the horse's mouth
And I'm in your whore's lil mouth
And I'm finna stretch her out
You n*ggas do this for the clout
But I do this sh*t for the loot
And then I'm gone out this b*tch
And now I'm gone off this b*tch