High AF lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I woke up this morning
Last night, n*gga, I was just high as f*ck
It was just me and my muhf*ckin' brudda
It was two b*tches, and they bad as f*ck
I took your ho 'cause I'm smooth like butter
And now I'm goin' up and you mad as f*ck
Lil' b*tch, I'm growin' up, can't be mad over nun'
And I think like a old head, but I am young
And I move like a OG, n*gga, wassup
And I hang with them OG's, n*gga, wassup
I'm not rockin' no OG's, these Saint Laurent
I'm not f*ckin' my old hoes, n*gga, you dumb
You can go have my old hoes, n*gga, have fun
I showed my bro a new b*tch, told him, "Go have fun"
We used to not have nothing
We used to walk to park, we ain't have no money

[Verse 1]
Now I call a Uber for sum, I call a Uber for your b*tch, and she get to f*ckin'
Oops, I mean that she get to suckin', she suck me up, 'till that b*tch just start c*mming
[?] shе gon' do it again
I guess I just made that lil' stupid ho mad
Now she on thе Gram playin' Lonely again
I call that sh*t "the Lil' Lonely Effect"
And my n*gga, real right, bangin' they set
And my n*gga, real right, you can get checked
And I'm the young n*gga that's chasin' the check
I'm not chasin' no b*tch, yeah, I'm on to the next
I'm sorry, Lonely, yeah, I'm trying my best, but I'ma be drinkin' 'till I'm put to rest
Premium dope, put that sh*t in my chest
Premium b*tch, put my di*k in her neck
n*gga, I'm dripped out just like a jetski
And I stay on ten toes, n*gga, you can't test me
[Refrain]
Test me (Yeah)
n*gga, you can't test me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Test me (Yeah)
n*gga, you can't test me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I got answers for all of their questions
Yes, I punch on these tracks, I'm the young n*gga [?]
I'm the one Dark Lord, guess they didn't get the message
And this b*tch keep callin', but no, I'm not answering
I'm in the back of the spot, gettin' high as f*ck, lil' b*tch, ain't no way that I'm answering
And I'm in this b*tch and I'm high, but I'm occupied, so lil' b*tch, you're just gon' have to text me
And I'm in this b*tch and I'm fly, yeah, real-real fly, ain't no way that these n*ggas can catch me
I had to cut off some weight, don't got time for no extra
And that's a bad b*tch, still don't got time to text her

[Chorus]
I woke up this morning
Last night, n*gga, I was just high as f*ck
It was just me and my muhf*ckin' brudda
It was two b*tches, and they bad as f*ck
I took your ho 'cause I'm smooth like butter
And now I'm goin' up and you mad as f*ck
Lil' b*tch, I'm growin' up, can't be mad over nun'
And I think like a old head, but I am young
And I move like a OG, n*gga, wassup
And I hang with them OG's, n*gga, wassup
I'm not rockin' no OG's, these Saint Laurent
I'm not f*ckin' my old hoes, n*gga, you dumb
You can go have my old hoes, n*gga, have fun
I showed my bro a new b*tch, told him, "Go have fun"
We used to not have nothing
We used to walk to park, we ain't have no money