Higher N Higher (feat. Karlae)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Okay, Karlae
Yeah
(Shit hard, dawg)
Yeah
(I'm tellin' ya)
Keed talk to 'em
Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter
Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
Spittin' this shit like a dragon
Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
Love I got for you so real, yeah
Just know these choppers kill
We chop up your main main man
Yeah, I'm a real changed man
In the coupe road ragin'
Yeah, I got my heart racin'
I get in that pussy, hoo, hoo
It got my heart racin' (heart racin')
Hellcat, Demon, Trackhawk, can't wait to race it, yeah (can't wait to race it)
Yeah, the Bentley truck, no, we not gon' race it, yeah, yeah (not gon' race it)
We stood the block, beat it up like the '80s, yeah, yeah (like '80s)
Driving a Range Rover in the rain (rain)
Now you understand what I'm sayin'
Spent 30 racks on this chain (what?)
Slatt shit is on the chain (what?)
She take dick, she take the pain, yeah
Can't run up no bando, they ankle must sprain, yeah
Rose gold twin chains on me, yeah, bitches like the bling
Please don't speak on my name
Yeah, these choppers like to sing
Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter
Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
Spittin' this shit like a dragon
Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah
Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
Love I got for you so real, yeah
Just know these choppers kill
Okay, Karlae
They know, got slime to smash your tater
Yeah, they tryna throw me on Shade Room, shit, I can't wait to shade 'em (haha)
Yeah, yeah, Maybach whippin' Off-White like mashed potatoes (whip, whip)
Then I'ma go 'head and space 'em (whip)
Rock your lil' world like a cradle (baby)
Ayy, we in a Batman coupe, shit look like it just came in the cave
Chain on me freezing, yeah, it done came out the freezer
No, I'm not begging, no, I'm not pleading, I become a cheater
Yeah, I got spots on this drip, dawg, like a fuckin' cheetah
Yeah, what your neck readin'?
Yeah, y'all some broke bum hoes
Yeah, I'm bossin', overeatin' at the
Ride a wave like a Banshee
I spend a whole lot of thousands, yeah, the money expanding (money)
All the sneak dissing, I'll stretch you hoes out just like an extension yeah, yeah
Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter
Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
Spittin' this shit like a dragon
Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah
Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
Love I got for you so real, yeah
Just know these choppers kill
Okay, Karlae
Yeah
(Shit hard, dawg)
Yeah
(I'm tellin' ya)
Keed talk to 'em
Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter
Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
Spittin' this shit like a dragon
Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
Love I got for you so real, yeah
Just know these choppers kill
We chop up your main main man
Yeah, I'm a real changed man
In the coupe road ragin'
Yeah, I got my heart racin'
I get in that pussy, hoo, hoo
It got my heart racin' (heart racin')
Hellcat, Demon, Trackhawk, can't wait to race it, yeah (can't wait to race it)
Yeah, the Bentley truck, no, we not gon' race it, yeah, yeah (not gon' race it)
We stood the block, beat it up like the '80s, yeah, yeah (like '80s)
Driving a Range Rover in the rain (rain)
Now you understand what I'm sayin'
Spent 30 racks on this chain (what?)
Slatt shit is on the chain (what?)
She take dick, she take the pain, yeah
Can't run up no bando, they ankle must sprain, yeah
Rose gold twin chains on me, yeah, bitches like the bling
Please don't speak on my name
Yeah, these choppers like to sing
Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter
Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
Spittin' this shit like a dragon
Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah
Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
Love I got for you so real, yeah
Just know these choppers kill
Okay, Karlae
They know, got slime to smash your tater
Yeah, they tryna throw me on Shade Room, shit, I can't wait to shade 'em (haha)
Yeah, yeah, Maybach whippin' Off-White like mashed potatoes (whip, whip)
Then I'ma go 'head and space 'em (whip)
Rock your lil' world like a cradle (baby)
Ayy, we in a Batman coupe, shit look like it just came in the cave
Chain on me freezing, yeah, it done came out the freezer
No, I'm not begging, no, I'm not pleading, I become a cheater
Yeah, I got spots on this drip, dawg, like a fuckin' cheetah
Yeah, what your neck readin'?
Yeah, y'all some broke bum hoes
Yeah, I'm bossin', overeatin' at the
Ride a wave like a Banshee
I spend a whole lot of thousands, yeah, the money expanding (money)
All the sneak dissing, I'll stretch you hoes out just like an extension yeah, yeah
Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter
Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
Spittin' this shit like a dragon
Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah
Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
Love I got for you so real, yeah
Just know these choppers kill
Credits
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, Beldon Jones, John Osbourne, Jerrika Karlae
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