High As Hell lyrics

[Intro: YN Que]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Damn, okay

[Verse 1: YN Que]
Forty-five feet in the sky, boy, we high as hell
Just woke up in Miami, got me hot as hell
Just ran into an Italian with a mop for sale
Yeah, I'm in the palm trees
I was stuck deep in the trenches, man, I had to leave
Bro booked a flight to Miami and I had to see
Yeah, I'm talkin' Coochie Land
At the studio with chopsticks, I'm in sushi land
b*tch buttnaked in the room, I'm in hoochie land
Back to back Scat on rims, I'm in Rucci land (Wait, wait, wait)
I feel a calm breeze
b*tch chokin' all on my di*k, let my balls breathe (Okay)
Tryna make my way to an M, let us all eat (Goddamn)
Thick b*tch with small ankles— (What the f*ck?)
Thick b*tch with small ankles, she got small feet

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Hah, hah
b*tch suckin' di*k— ahh
b*tch suckin' di*k on all fours, she got dog feet
b*tch walked in with hairy toes, she got paw feet
Chase a n*gga with my shades on, look like Blade Runnin'
Night timе, all-black outfit, look like Blade Runnin'
I can see you tryna stop my shine, I see— ah
I can see you tryna— hеy
I can see you tryna stop my shine, I see shade comin'
Throwin' money in the club, I see rain comin'
Chest shot hit him in his heart, I feel pain comin'
Freak b*tch tryna give me head, I feel brain comin' (Nyah)
[Verse 3: Don Perrion]
New location for the spot, but I'm still on the L with it
Tell the truth, I can't trust you if you tell business
Love my mama and my granny, I'ma keep my distance
Yeah, I really rap my life, I'm still in the trenches
Man, it's really n*ggas pillow talkin' to the b*tches
And we still hit 'em, that make you look silly
My uncle was the snowman, I never met Jeezy
I'll trap them b*tches out and then toss the Yeezys
My line up and runnin', jumpin' like a beeper
I done made b*tches tap out on ten fingers
It's some sh*t I cannot say, I'ma keep a secret
These dubs lookin' light 'cause these b*tches sticky