High Key

High key
I got weed on me
I got tree
Yuuuuh

Whole thang
Or a half a z
What you need uhhhh

ThC or TLC
2 piece me up

ETA
Now
Baby gametime

Yeah they outside
Throwing
Gang signs

That look in your eye
Don't be nervous

Found what they stand on
That's purpose

I think so

Smoke in her glow
Make her blink slow

Something great
I'm on the brink tho

I know
I do not think so

Ima do 28
Like I'm Warrick Dunn

Four Sevens
That hit like they John Lynch

In the head lock
Like an arm pit

Sky high
Baby Clark Kent

Laid out
Like a starfish

Stuck too
Like a parked bench

Good tree

If you throw a bone
Then I'm throwing
It right back

She throwing siggies
For a night cap

I'm too legit
And she like that

I'm wavy and groovy
Bro all facts

Major appeal
Baby Mike Jack

Same playing field
Where the kites at

I'll be right back

High key
I got tree on me
I got weed
Yuuuuuh

Whole thang
Or a half a z
What you ned uhhhh

ThC or TLC
Say she need love

Ima big vibe
On some gong shit

3 for 1
I took the long shift

Far from selfish
Get your own shit

If I middle man
Got my own split

YaHearMe

One hand on her thigh
While I steer it

She spread em
So I can get near it

Wake her ass up
Like a Keurig

She swear that
My vibe is the purest

Ima Pace her
Indiana No Gary
Here for the kick it
Why hurry
Them panties
They off tho
No worries
Baby so cold
I see flurries
No cowardly dog
I got courage

YaHearMe

I'm raising bars
I ain't raising cane
My lady in red
And I'm major Payne
She smoke
How smoke
That's the crazy thing

You don't smoke what smoke
We are not same



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Hampton
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