Gettin' High
When I'm getting high
If you aint fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And its okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you aint fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And its okay if
You don't check on me
Let me in yo brain
Let me in yo brain
Coldest in the game
Coldest in the game
Came up
Straight from the bottom
In my own lane
If it ain't Madden 21
I'm not playing games
I'm not playing games
Sticking to the script
Lot of niggas change for the fame
Taking off I'm just like a plane
Up is where I aim
That's the picture
Positivity put it in a frame
Nigga yeah I'm tryna win
Cuz we all gotta play the game
I'm always grinding for a sac
It ain't shit for me to
Push up where you at
If we at war
The shooters in the front and back
I had to smash because
You know that ass was fat
Ph, I only fuck with baddies
That's a super fact
My D it drive 'em crazy
Groupies always coming back
Sloppy
Like Sloppy Joe
Girl
Just send my check
I got charisma
I don't ever pay for ex
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
Told you niggas
I was on my way
I'm grinding for
Hours everyday
See me grinding but
These niggas
Choose to hate me
Cuz I peep the move
These niggas flaky
Yeah I gotta fuck yo bitch if
You gone wake and hate me
I wake and I bake B
I'm cooking like some hot dogs
And some baked beans
Like three strikes
You gone need three ex's
Just to rate me
Never love these bitches cuz
These bitches try to bait me
Just focused on my
Digits digits digits
Like a scale B
While blowing on exotic
Talking to my higher self B
I'm washing it and rinsing it
And putting it on repeat
Like lil Chris
You can't see me
I hit you with an audible
Now I got a TD
I just wanna post in my truck
And roll exotic
Connected to the higher power
Feeling out my body
When I get the munchies
Time to shake and bake
Like Ricky Bobby
Please don't bother me
With all that talking
Plus yo breath
Be kicking like karate
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
If you aint fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And its okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you aint fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And its okay if
You don't check on me
Let me in yo brain
Let me in yo brain
Coldest in the game
Coldest in the game
Came up
Straight from the bottom
In my own lane
If it ain't Madden 21
I'm not playing games
I'm not playing games
Sticking to the script
Lot of niggas change for the fame
Taking off I'm just like a plane
Up is where I aim
That's the picture
Positivity put it in a frame
Nigga yeah I'm tryna win
Cuz we all gotta play the game
I'm always grinding for a sac
It ain't shit for me to
Push up where you at
If we at war
The shooters in the front and back
I had to smash because
You know that ass was fat
Ph, I only fuck with baddies
That's a super fact
My D it drive 'em crazy
Groupies always coming back
Sloppy
Like Sloppy Joe
Girl
Just send my check
I got charisma
I don't ever pay for ex
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
Told you niggas
I was on my way
I'm grinding for
Hours everyday
See me grinding but
These niggas
Choose to hate me
Cuz I peep the move
These niggas flaky
Yeah I gotta fuck yo bitch if
You gone wake and hate me
I wake and I bake B
I'm cooking like some hot dogs
And some baked beans
Like three strikes
You gone need three ex's
Just to rate me
Never love these bitches cuz
These bitches try to bait me
Just focused on my
Digits digits digits
Like a scale B
While blowing on exotic
Talking to my higher self B
I'm washing it and rinsing it
And putting it on repeat
Like lil Chris
You can't see me
I hit you with an audible
Now I got a TD
I just wanna post in my truck
And roll exotic
Connected to the higher power
Feeling out my body
When I get the munchies
Time to shake and bake
Like Ricky Bobby
Please don't bother me
With all that talking
Plus yo breath
Be kicking like karate
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't you call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
When I'm getting high
If you ain't fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And it's okay if
You don't check on me
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Writer(s): Marino Lemons
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