High Notes
Too much a n handle
I should've went to the league
Bells like anna, weed loud when I smoke it Scream
Before I give a hoe a ring
she gotta give Me her soul, her Throat and spleen
I'm talking so extreme, so Obscene
You like to joke with memes, I'm tryna cope With pain
Get broken knees try to carry Everything
I remember everything
You can give Someone everything
And they still Won't be satisfied
My homies glad it's nights
So when they ride, they gone let Em sing, High notes
Got dirty money, do you got Soap
Smoke alot of weed cause it ease Stress
Telling drop we next, drop on The fake opp
Make em spill milk on his v-Neck
This Aint No Atl
No tacos, You can taste a shell
Got gassed up, whip got gassed Up
Riding through the city bro Masked up
My homies glad it's night
They gone Let em sing high Notes
When the plot thickens, you get Cooked Like pot roast
From the dirt, but I'm not joe
From the bottom, i was so low
And on the inside I feel solo
I do need love, I'm so bipolar, I Don't need Love
You see what I'm talking bout, it Don't Make sense
But I make dollars, like the Government
I'm a different toilet, y'all on Other shit
Need to be hustling, cause your Pockets Out of order
Try destroy to ya when they Notice You Royal
I peep it all out yeen notice that I Saw you
I'm One in a million, ride for Who with me Good hearted Villain
I should've went to the league
Bells like anna, weed loud when I smoke it Scream
Before I give a hoe a ring
she gotta give Me her soul, her Throat and spleen
I'm talking so extreme, so Obscene
You like to joke with memes, I'm tryna cope With pain
Get broken knees try to carry Everything
I remember everything
You can give Someone everything
And they still Won't be satisfied
My homies glad it's nights
So when they ride, they gone let Em sing, High notes
Got dirty money, do you got Soap
Smoke alot of weed cause it ease Stress
Telling drop we next, drop on The fake opp
Make em spill milk on his v-Neck
This Aint No Atl
No tacos, You can taste a shell
Got gassed up, whip got gassed Up
Riding through the city bro Masked up
My homies glad it's night
They gone Let em sing high Notes
When the plot thickens, you get Cooked Like pot roast
From the dirt, but I'm not joe
From the bottom, i was so low
And on the inside I feel solo
I do need love, I'm so bipolar, I Don't need Love
You see what I'm talking bout, it Don't Make sense
But I make dollars, like the Government
I'm a different toilet, y'all on Other shit
Need to be hustling, cause your Pockets Out of order
Try destroy to ya when they Notice You Royal
I peep it all out yeen notice that I Saw you
I'm One in a million, ride for Who with me Good hearted Villain
Credits
Writer(s): Keyshaun Johnson
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