#higher lyrics

[Intro]
(I'd rather die)
(He's still a stupid bast*rd)

[Verse 1: forestwlkr]
You a bast*rd, my car go faster
I can get your face on the concrete, the plaster
On her knees, she be callin' me master
Forestgng pull up, it's a disaster
I take so many blinkers, b*tch I'm higher than a pastor
If I say it's raining, b*tch it's raining, I'm forecaster
b*tch, I'm with my lions, Madagascar
I pull up in a Tesla, not a motherf*ckin' gas car
Smoke you like a cigar, we was sippin' liquor
sh*t be getting Messi, Lionel, I'm a kicker
She ain't wanna so f*ck, so out the door, I kick her
Yeah, b*tch it's forestwlkr, no you cannot be me
Pull up in an R8, b*tch it's not a Lamborghini
I gave you my heart, and I guess it had no meaning

[Verse 2: 44yotta]
Just copped her a Birkin, because she's hurting
Lil' b*tch, I'm swerving, making all this cash
I've been making music, don't care if it's f*ckin' ass
Don't be doin adlibs, lil' b*tch I got a task
Don't care if i'm ass, I make this for me
Living with this f*cking cash, my life's a luxury
Don't care about your opinions, they don't mean that much to me