Some High S**t (Freestyle)

This is just some high shit
Roll a blunt and light it
And my bitch is riding
Like cyclists, and I been
Cooking up some shit
Call me Fresh, Gordon Ramsey
I coulda fucked yo bitch but she Can't afford a plan B
Smoking trees by the jungle on a Beat going chimpanzee
Yo bitch coming in handy, she Won't give you handies
Trappin out the Grammys, in The future ain't no free bands g
Swerving out in traffic, Switching lanes
Ain't in no Camry
Prolly in something that's tinted And black I'm ripping and Running
You walking real fast
I'm counting up dubs money Long like giraffes
I'm dripping Like splash, my neck is a bath
Life's not a race but you coming In last
Don't take hoes on dates, I tell Em I fast
Member days we was starved Out in the trap
Got to a bag, never looked back
Got up them racks
I'm smoking this gas
Bout bread need a bag
You broke like some glass
This shit on my neck make a Bitch wet
This shit on my neck cost ya Whole check
Threw a nigga neck, fuck it What's the catch
Gave the bitch back, her bread Is what I kept
Young Freshie and I'm finna run A check up
Niggas know I'm next up, go Ahead and fess up
I ain't hit yo bitch, she just Sucked me for the pleasure
I'm ballin like Chris Webber, You used to ball Bruce Jenner
"Aye back in the day" I ain't Hearing nunna that
Smoking loud I can't hear you Like I'm deaf
What's that sound
What's that sound
What's the sound
Throwing signs I don't bang tho
But you can still catch me wit The gang tho
Ra Squad, free that member out Them chains tho
On God, smoking timber, That's trees, if you ain't know
Bitches begging me to fuck Guess that's why she on her Knees
Her nigga keep hitting her up, She just keep letting it ring
Ain't got shit to do wit me, so I Do not say a thing
I be tryna stay lowkey, mind no Biz that ain't paying me
Yo bitch is tryna lay wit me
I told that bitch don't play wit Me
This bitch is trifling, you wanna Start your life with, I do not Advise it
Btw this just some high shit
Roll a blunt and light it
Lesbians, I'm grinding
Leviosa imma fly nig
Riches on my list
Of things that a nigga finna die Wit
Plus a fine bitch, these niggas Ain't good as I is
These niggas ain't really riding
Ellipticals they remind me
Why I do shit by my lonely
Smell the gas the shit all on me
Face a wrap straight to the Domeski
In a castle but I call it home g
Is that a crown gone put that on Me
Smoking loud, what is you Saying
I can't hear shit you saying
You run up niggas get to Spraying
No can but my niggas raiding
And they is not the laws though
But they in yo home with dogs Doe
And they gone let them bitches Bark
They up and let them pistols Spark
But that's just for the child's play
Get ugly we got war shits
These niggas ain't on nothing
And I mean that from the fish's Mouth
You can hear it from the fish's Mouth
And I'm in your bitch's mouth
And I'm finna stretch her out
You niggas do this for the clout
But I do this shit for the loot
And then I'm gone out this bitch
And now I'm gone off this bitch