High Grade (feat. Wndrszn, Amobeatz, Anything With Yusef, Og Fuzzy Beets & MalcolmVX)

Lil bish smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah

Whippin lightweight on the highway
Back to my place make it jirate
Back it up sideways sideways yeah
Back it up sideways sideways yeah

Smokin that highgrade highgrade
Ching ching chong, that Huawei
Always Movin, our way
Champagne glass fulla Bombay
Rollin papers in my Northface
Floatin in the sky need more space
I'ma kill that pussy that's a cold case
From the nightshow smoke all day

My Girl foreign
Money Foreign
Get my money forex (Yea)
We do cooperate
Haters we ignore them
We always ignore them
Pull up in that corvette
Her Ex Nigga was boring
High way, catch me on the High Way
Chain to my neck, Friday
Where the girls at, my place
And Girl you really know where the vibes at Yea

She look Madonna
She look like Madonna
Look how she shinin yeah
These shawdies Piranhas
Shawdies piranhas
Look how they Dey bitin yeah
Just look he bitin ye, interior icy yeah
They scared to be themselves, the mirror is frightening yeah
Less love more Cheques
I can't stress on this
I gotta put mines first
Taking blunts to the chest
Vexed!
Me I need money and bliss
I'm chatting with shawdy like Eish
I gotta mines in peace

Lil bish smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah

Whippin lightweight on the highway
Back to my place make it jirate
Back it up sideways sideways yeah
Back it up sideways sideways yeah

So high 'bout to meet my maker
Guaped up I'm Anita Baked
I don't see nobody 'bout to take my place
Outside my crib hoes tryna catch babies
I'm with the bae still like a vacation
That's a birth of a dripped out nation
Beat it up, I ain't tryin to save it
L.A- Tex I'm kitted, I'm flavored
Tell her run it back, throw it back like she tryin' to hurt me
Give thanks for the vibe, cold turkey
Thump in a E-Class no Burkley
No time for the stress niggas stay working
She wet like we met bet she tryin' to see what she get
She tryin' to chill with the set
(Yeah)
She tryin' to chill with set
She tryin to see what I net

Malcolm
I'm a Cooligan
Chasing that gwap like the running man
And I'll be here Serving hits like gentlemen
Marvel so hard like iron man

so buff like Ape
Demand it like I want cake
If I'm putting you down you wouldn't escape
Oska nchaela ka space
It's either you give me that money or it's late

Ha o sena di vibe ha re go bate
Ha ele gore wa baeza reo gate
Ga ele gore wa phapha reo clape
Then reo xandela spache
Kea dlala ke ipatela skati

Tle ke kgone go pusha ko msanzi

Lil bish smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah
Smokin that high grade high grade yeah

Whippin lightweight on the highway
Back to my place make it jirate
Back it up sideways sideways yeah
Back it up sideways sideways yeah

High grade high grade yeah
High grade high grade yeah
High grade high grade yeah
High grade high grade yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Faraih Zinyimo
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