High Lows

I know

Hate my lows
Love my highs though

How you love me
But won't ride though

We on a whole different
Time zone

I get that gwap
And then lay low

They used to laugh
But they hate now

Cause I get that money
That bankroll

Mama yo son
Bout his pesos

I know

Hate my lows
Love my highs though

How you love me
But won't ride though

We on a whole different
Time zone

I get that gwap
And then lay low

They used to laugh
But they hate now

Cause I get that money
That bankroll

Mama yo son
Bout his pesos

Don't come around me
With that rara

The blah blah
With my niggas they my shottas
Run up on me you get shot up
Smoke that ganja like a Rasta
Swear to God imma rockstar
Told y'all niggas imma go hard
From the start like a go cart
Fell in love with the fettuccine
Getting gwap by any means
Cashing out like I'm Johnny Levine

You want me now cause
You love what you see

Walk on the block
And they noticing me

Who walk like this
Who talk like me

Who flex like this
Who drip like me

Big ole blick in my
Rockstar jeans

Don't come around me
With that rara

The blah blah
Run up on me you get shot up
Moving ganja through the Uber
Now I do what I wanna
Got ecstasy and marijuana
And no you can not hold nada

Don't take no cash app
I don't wanna

I know

Hate my lows
Love my highs though

How you love me
But won't ride though

We on a whole different
Time zone

I get that gwap
And then lay low

They used to laugh
But they hate now

Cause I get that money
That bankroll

Mama yo son
Bout his pesos

I know

Hate my lows
Love my highs though

How you love me
But won't ride though

We on a whole different
Time zone

I get that gwap
And then lay low

They used to laugh
But they hate now

Cause I get that money
That bankroll

Mama yo son
Bout his pesos



Credits
Writer(s): Roger Lawson
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