High Up lyrics

[Verse 1]
I come through finessing sh*t, he mad that I finessed his b*tch
Im smoked out my blunt is lit, Im sipping drink, cup full with gin
I told the coach to put me in, cause I hate losing, I just win
So where should I begin, I drop the top, dreads in the wind
Im cruising on your block, came for the guap and your girlfriend
And n*gga it won't stop, Im on the top ain't gotta have no friends
And you will just get shot with sniper rifles I got hit men
And Im just getting hot, I burn a n*gga like a suntan
The whole world against me, Im a army but Im one man
So if you ever touch me, razor blades Imma cut your hand
I gotta sit em down, cause I swear these dudes don't understand
I keep a four pound, I lay him down now he hella dead
I bust ya head, a pilgrim couldn't touch my bread
f*ck the feds, I told my trap n*ggas break a leg, good luck
f*ck it still whip it cook it up
Its funny how they wanna eat but they ain't cook with us
Now look at us, I heard you biting dust
Before I ever walk, man Im gon' catch the bus
Before I ever catch the bus yo b*tch gon' pick me up
Before I drop yo b*tch off, I bet she lick me up
Im rolling sticky stuff, while n*ggas plotting, tryna hit me up
Cause they can't sit with us, we counting up, Im getting paper cuts
Got Rémy out the bottle, regular n*ggas get the plastic cups
Why you acting tough, your chest out n*gga you ain't buff
I bring the vest out, and tecs out and n*gga you get touched
So send that text out and tell yo n*ggas that they better rush
I let yo girl know, that I'm finna murk her man crush
So n*gga keep it real or you will get yo head bust