f*ckin’ With My High lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wyte]
Yeah! Yeah, it's your boy Lil Wyte, what up? I be gettin' sick and tired of foes f*ckin' with my high, man. Man, I be tryin' to get lifted! Isolated Beingz, y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout, man? Isolated Beingz in this b*tch! Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm sick of this sh*t, bruh! Sick of it! Sick of motherf*ckers f*ckin' with my high! My high! Just let me be! Let me be! You know who I am. W-Y-T-E. Yeah! Wyte Music! Oh yeah! Hypnotize Minds, ho! Yeah!

[Verse 1: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
It's Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll with The Isolated Beingz
So crack your blunts, grind your tree, go ahead and roll your green
Pop them pills, get drunk (yup!), f*ck it, do all three
Smoked out from Baltimore all the way to Memphis, Tennеssee
I'll treat you like a blunt and split your ass down the middlе
Rip out all your guts, ain't no need for hospitals
I'm leaving you dead on arrival, if you f*ck with my high, I'm liable
To crack your ass with a 40 ounce bottle, Ruthless Rob gon' turn homicidal
You f*ckin' with my high sellin' seeds and stems
You caught in a lie sayin' you were my friend
Why you gotta imply that we just another trend?
I don't ever want you comin' to another show again
Yeah, your boy be chiefin', stop geekin' before I leave you leakin'
Just past the spliff and proceed to stop your f*ckin' preachin'
I'm seekin' for the greenery wondering the reason why
Every time I spark a blunt you f*ckin' with my high, die

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep f*ckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop f*ckin' with my high before you f*ckin' die
[Verse 2: Lil Wyte]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Alright! Check it out!
Quit f*ckin' with my high
If you know me then you know I'm not that guy
Bringin' drama to the session, I'm like why?
When I lift off I'm only tryin' to fly
I blaze that Granddaddy OG and twist it tightly in the Swisher
And Mary Jane's my mistress, if you like, I'll let you kiss her
Hold on for a minute, I gotta go pack me another bowl
And hit that motherf*cker extra hard until I feel it in my soul (Lil Wyte!)

[Verse 3: Jelly Roll]
Whole lotta people wanna see me flop ever since I had a single CD drop
Lookin' at me like he's on top, all fiber with V.T. tops
I don't lie, I be on blocks, told my jeweler to freeze me, watch
I ain't lyin', the wrist on rocks, now the boy famous like ZZ Top
People just ask how I'm livin' my life, people just ask am I gettin' it right
I just know what he spittin' is tight, damn he's cold but didn't he write?
He only raps about catchin' a bite, I don't know but isn't he white?
I should get a charge for killing this mic, I got bars, prison for life

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep f*ckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop f*ckin' with my high before you f*ckin' die
[Verse 4: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
My high, don't f*ck with that, smoke 'til I die on a hundred sack
Ruthless Rob gon' run it back, roll up a blunt and bump this track
Back up b*tch, you soundin' whack, about to have me a panic attack
I flex like Lex, what you know about that? I put your punk ass in a torture rack
You f*ckin' with my high when you f*ck with my supply
You f*ckin' gonna die if you leave my clients dry
Pigs try killin' my high pullin' up behind me
And b*tches and snitches that are so conniving
If you blow my high, b*tch, I'ma swole your eye
I done warned you motherf*ckers, yeah I told you, guy
My high is my priority and you're really f*ckin' annoyin' me
Shut your mouth, you're borin' me and pass that f*ckin' 40, B
What really f*cks with my high is trash on the radio
When my girl eats the last in my box of Oreos
How my car breaks down every other week
And it f*cks with my high, have Dizze murder the beat (Yeah! Yeah!)

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep f*ckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop f*ckin' with my high before you f*ckin' die
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high
You be f*ckin' with my high, quit f*ckin' with my high
You f*ckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep f*ckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop f*ckin' with my high before you f*ckin' die