High As Fuck
Yeah I get low up in the whip but I'm high as fuck
If he wanna go against the nation he could try his luck
And if you aint gettin no racks you better tighten up
Everything I touch turns to gold I got the Midas touch
When I wake up in the morning my palms got a itch
One in the head one up got that boy runnin
He turned into a bitch
Keep a big as strap like apart of my body I can't take it off
For my soul I'll spend it all you can't pay what is cost
I rock rick she rock Raf b.b simons on the belt
Fuck a stylist we don't need no help nah
We got dracos we got tommies we got a.r's on the shelf
Bitch I got a cooling kit he got a switch we can't take no l's
Gotta keep it low key
Keep on actin like my bitch but she don't know me
Got one foot in one foot out
His trap doin the hokey pokey
I got a f.n I got a .40
Fire sticks shooting clips no kodi
Hole in his head like holy moly
I'm in the trap house running it up
He wanna be nation aint making enough
I could by his facial expression just how much he making he's not one of us
If its a chance that my brother could win you know that I'm setting it up
I just be chasing a check my foot on they neck they no it aint no letting up
I get low up in the whip but I'm high as fuck
If he wanna go against the nation he could try his luck
And if you aint gettin no racks you better tighten up
Everything I touch turn to gold I got the Midas touch yeah
If he wanna go against the nation he could try his luck
And if you aint gettin no racks you better tighten up
Everything I touch turns to gold I got the Midas touch
When I wake up in the morning my palms got a itch
One in the head one up got that boy runnin
He turned into a bitch
Keep a big as strap like apart of my body I can't take it off
For my soul I'll spend it all you can't pay what is cost
I rock rick she rock Raf b.b simons on the belt
Fuck a stylist we don't need no help nah
We got dracos we got tommies we got a.r's on the shelf
Bitch I got a cooling kit he got a switch we can't take no l's
Gotta keep it low key
Keep on actin like my bitch but she don't know me
Got one foot in one foot out
His trap doin the hokey pokey
I got a f.n I got a .40
Fire sticks shooting clips no kodi
Hole in his head like holy moly
I'm in the trap house running it up
He wanna be nation aint making enough
I could by his facial expression just how much he making he's not one of us
If its a chance that my brother could win you know that I'm setting it up
I just be chasing a check my foot on they neck they no it aint no letting up
I get low up in the whip but I'm high as fuck
If he wanna go against the nation he could try his luck
And if you aint gettin no racks you better tighten up
Everything I touch turn to gold I got the Midas touch yeah
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Writer(s): Zakiel Saxton
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