H.I.T.B
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from yo bitch
Know you a op little bitch
I cannot rock lil bitch, aye
But I'm gon rock for my clique, aye
Know I am eager to trip
I hit the skeezer then dip
I am the reaper the myth
Cursed by the evil, the sith
Hol up
Lil hoe
Hopped out I'm ready to go
Empy we put on a show
I don't want fuck, I want throat
Nigga want smoke I dont fold
Fuck all that talking
You bold
Danny no phantom
He ghost
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I'm on the way to the moon
Strip club monsoon
Spaceship is taking off soon
Backwoods go zoom
If you ain't first then you lose
Tell me what is it you do
You not making any moves
You not worthy of the crew
Baby its destined, we taking off soon
Drip to my boots keep it strapped
Stay on que
This shit a treasure its shine like a rune
Shoot it all on her back then I cant fuck with you
Ima be wilding til I'm in the tomb
So I'm spitting, and bossing, and moshing for you
Chilling no geekin, aint nothing to prove
The haters they love me and I love em too
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
Headed to Vegas, I feel like the raiders
I'm smoking on cookies it choke em like Vader
Tryna cuff me like the feds, I cant date her
Cause I cant be chasing no girl, I chase paper
Know that you lonely, if you out here hating
I'm fighting off demons, I hope jesus save me
Give mamma guap, cause I cant see her slaving
I wait til the moment, we say that we made it
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
How'd he get so
How'd he get so
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
Yea
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
Its empyrean bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from yo bitch
Know you a op little bitch
I cannot rock lil bitch, aye
But I'm gon rock for my clique, aye
Know I am eager to trip
I hit the skeezer then dip
I am the reaper the myth
Cursed by the evil, the sith
Hol up
Lil hoe
Hopped out I'm ready to go
Empy we put on a show
I don't want fuck, I want throat
Nigga want smoke I dont fold
Fuck all that talking
You bold
Danny no phantom
He ghost
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I'm on the way to the moon
Strip club monsoon
Spaceship is taking off soon
Backwoods go zoom
If you ain't first then you lose
Tell me what is it you do
You not making any moves
You not worthy of the crew
Baby its destined, we taking off soon
Drip to my boots keep it strapped
Stay on que
This shit a treasure its shine like a rune
Shoot it all on her back then I cant fuck with you
Ima be wilding til I'm in the tomb
So I'm spitting, and bossing, and moshing for you
Chilling no geekin, aint nothing to prove
The haters they love me and I love em too
I just go hard in this bitch
A buck in the car with my bitch
These frontos no gars in the whip
I only mob with the clique
I'm off the wok in this bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I just want top from ya bitch
I'm off the wok in this bitch
Headed to Vegas, I feel like the raiders
I'm smoking on cookies it choke em like Vader
Tryna cuff me like the feds, I cant date her
Cause I cant be chasing no girl, I chase paper
Know that you lonely, if you out here hating
I'm fighting off demons, I hope jesus save me
Give mamma guap, cause I cant see her slaving
I wait til the moment, we say that we made it
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
How'd he get so
How'd he get so
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
Yea
How'd he get so high
How'd he get so fly
Its empyrean bitch
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Writer(s): James Benjamin
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