How High Freestyle
Turn that bitch up Dinero
Aye
Aye
I get higher than giraffe ass, eagle pussy
Ain't never had one but I bet this Desert Eagle cook him
These diamonds in my ear Like Star Wars, I ain't no Wookie
Been Gettin high since sixth grade bro I ain't no rookie
Huh, whew
Where That doobie at
She love me so much that she wanna get a boobie tatt
We in this bitch like Method Man this ain't no movie act
We smoked out like How High so where the Ivory at
Off-White blazers on my feet where you find these at
Remember when I used to slide around in that Pontiac
I'm grown enough to be yo dad so where yo mommy at
Bust a bank play for ten k now where Rami
Huh
Cause like a drink I'm trying to get some ice
She ain't got no job she on my phone she need to get a life
How you out here phonkin with no pole you need to get a pipe
Said she never rapped before I let her spit on my mic
This a warm up tho, I could beat the beat up like Rocky Balboa
I just popped me a v-cut and sippin on a soda
Hella smoke be gettin blown like a damn local motive (Aye)
Flip that little ass Ford Focus Bitch (Aye)
I get high like a UFO spaceship
Overtime grind I Been grave shifts
The best man in this bitch like I'm Tays Diggs
Iron Mike punchlines, they could break ribs
Two glocks on my waist like I'm Maxx Payne
Smack a nigga in his face like I'm Rick James
Wipe the smile off a nigga like a piss stain
You supposed to ride or die but you switched lanes, bitch
You are not gang
When they ask about the streets you are not named
Cry baby ass nigga sound like Rod Wave
I'm a smooth operator like I'm Sade
I got real young gunnas out here pushin P's
I got titties on the chop and they double D's
Praying to the trap Gods for a hundred keys
Bitch wanna play with me, gotta pay a fee
Number one seed, underground king baby I'm a Bun B
Had to cut the broke bitch she was dusty
Heart broke cause the bitch couldn't fuck me, haa
I get high off the pink ten's, trying to put my baby momma in a pink Benz
Long as they keep printing money I don't need friends
Big steppa on they throat in some wheat Timbs
It's Kash Life you suckas
Aye
Aye
I get higher than giraffe ass, eagle pussy
Ain't never had one but I bet this Desert Eagle cook him
These diamonds in my ear Like Star Wars, I ain't no Wookie
Been Gettin high since sixth grade bro I ain't no rookie
Huh, whew
Where That doobie at
She love me so much that she wanna get a boobie tatt
We in this bitch like Method Man this ain't no movie act
We smoked out like How High so where the Ivory at
Off-White blazers on my feet where you find these at
Remember when I used to slide around in that Pontiac
I'm grown enough to be yo dad so where yo mommy at
Bust a bank play for ten k now where Rami
Huh
Cause like a drink I'm trying to get some ice
She ain't got no job she on my phone she need to get a life
How you out here phonkin with no pole you need to get a pipe
Said she never rapped before I let her spit on my mic
This a warm up tho, I could beat the beat up like Rocky Balboa
I just popped me a v-cut and sippin on a soda
Hella smoke be gettin blown like a damn local motive (Aye)
Flip that little ass Ford Focus Bitch (Aye)
I get high like a UFO spaceship
Overtime grind I Been grave shifts
The best man in this bitch like I'm Tays Diggs
Iron Mike punchlines, they could break ribs
Two glocks on my waist like I'm Maxx Payne
Smack a nigga in his face like I'm Rick James
Wipe the smile off a nigga like a piss stain
You supposed to ride or die but you switched lanes, bitch
You are not gang
When they ask about the streets you are not named
Cry baby ass nigga sound like Rod Wave
I'm a smooth operator like I'm Sade
I got real young gunnas out here pushin P's
I got titties on the chop and they double D's
Praying to the trap Gods for a hundred keys
Bitch wanna play with me, gotta pay a fee
Number one seed, underground king baby I'm a Bun B
Had to cut the broke bitch she was dusty
Heart broke cause the bitch couldn't fuck me, haa
I get high off the pink ten's, trying to put my baby momma in a pink Benz
Long as they keep printing money I don't need friends
Big steppa on they throat in some wheat Timbs
It's Kash Life you suckas
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Writer(s): Andrell Brown
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