High

You left me scared
Choppa rip him into shards
From the trenches living hard
We was taught to play it smart
Klip his strings no guitar
Uh
Drawin guns not a artist
When you left me I got heartless
Spent the bag Neimen Marcus
On my block that's where it started

Young nigga trynna go get it
Yea
Never been into kappin
Pockets flowin my mind stuck up in it
I had blew the bag on the fashion
Catch that boy he get stretched I wonder who's next
Vexed
Bullets they rip thru his chest
Better move right or we leaving you left
Killing the beat watch me lay it to rest
She love how I'm moving say bando the best
Touch on me baby I'm trynna get treeshy
Slide on the gang for my guys she get freaky
Come bus it open ha pussy get leaky
Off the erks swear my buzzin be geekin
12 right behind us pull off and we speedin
Wavin this toaster around it's my heater
Breaking ha back all you hear is the screams
It ain't easy as they said it'd a be
Choppa dumpin til the fat lady sing
I gave you my love and you played wit me (sheesh)
Who these niggas say they claiming to be
She lovin the guys we passin da treesh
Bullets flyin like a deadly disease
Heart cold all I feel is a breeze
Who you envy baby I'm what you need
No i don't care who you with
I like you so I'm shooting, my shot all thru the roof yea
She all into my music
I don't know who she is

You left me scared
Choppa rip him into shards
From the trenches living hard
We was taught to play it smart
Klip his strings no guitar
Uh
Drawin guns not a artist
When you left me i got heartless
Spent the bag Neimen Marcus
On my block that's where it started



Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Whitaker
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