High Than A Bitch!
(Turn me up)
(Hmm, fuck!)
(Hey, hold on)
(I'm too smacked right now)
(I can't see straight, yeah)
(I got bands stacked up)
(It can't sit straight, let's go)
I'm tryna get high than a bitch (On God)
She tweaking she can't stand and shit (On God)
Oh now she wan fuck with the kid?
If she cap, then we take off her lid
We swiping them cards, and we loading up bins
Not taking no L's bitch I constantly win
This tool kinda heavy, I don't need a gym
She giving up face, told her don't use her limbs
She call my crew cancer cuz smoke we all bring (Ok, ok, ok, ok)
(Talking all that shit, we let the choppa sing!)
Sippin on that triss (Balling way too hard, lil bitch come kiss my ring)
Got a bad bitch by my side, she got that grip
Got demons in my ship
Bitch I got horns inside my whip
I've been stacking so much blue, you would've thought I was a Crip (Fttt, bee!)
(Fuck, let's go!)
But I don't bang though
My Spartans came with lasers and they gave yo ass a halo
I'm fucking on lil shawty, she look like she came from Bangbros (Shout out my bad Bitches)
Like a ranger; doing flips, that bitch gon' blow and go (Hey)
(Hey, hello?)
Her titties like extendo clips, hey (Flip!)
Pockets fat, that shit blew up just like a fuckin' blimp, hey
Too much rackies in my pocket, I can't stand
I walk with limp, hey
Too much sack up on my cocky
Hoe, I just wanted some lip
(Woah)
(Hey)
(Woah)
(Hey)
(Woah)
We treat life just like a strip club
Look at all this cash we throwing
She like how I eat the pussy
In my past life I was hoeing
Polar ice up on my neck
It match my wrist, that shit is snowin'
Plus it's glowin' yeah!
I'm tryna get high than a bitch (On God)
She tweaking she can't stand and shit (On God)
Oh now she wan fuck with the kid?
If she cap, then we take off her lid
We swiping them cards, and we loading up bins
Not taking no L's bitch I constantly win
This tool kinda heavy, I don't need a gym
She giving up face, told her don't use her limbs
She call my crew cancer cuz smoke we all bring
(Talking all that shit, we let the choppa sing!)
(Really though)
(Like fuck you King Zane, you don't even care!)
(Hmm, fuck!)
(Hey, hold on)
(I'm too smacked right now)
(I can't see straight, yeah)
(I got bands stacked up)
(It can't sit straight, let's go)
I'm tryna get high than a bitch (On God)
She tweaking she can't stand and shit (On God)
Oh now she wan fuck with the kid?
If she cap, then we take off her lid
We swiping them cards, and we loading up bins
Not taking no L's bitch I constantly win
This tool kinda heavy, I don't need a gym
She giving up face, told her don't use her limbs
She call my crew cancer cuz smoke we all bring (Ok, ok, ok, ok)
(Talking all that shit, we let the choppa sing!)
Sippin on that triss (Balling way too hard, lil bitch come kiss my ring)
Got a bad bitch by my side, she got that grip
Got demons in my ship
Bitch I got horns inside my whip
I've been stacking so much blue, you would've thought I was a Crip (Fttt, bee!)
(Fuck, let's go!)
But I don't bang though
My Spartans came with lasers and they gave yo ass a halo
I'm fucking on lil shawty, she look like she came from Bangbros (Shout out my bad Bitches)
Like a ranger; doing flips, that bitch gon' blow and go (Hey)
(Hey, hello?)
Her titties like extendo clips, hey (Flip!)
Pockets fat, that shit blew up just like a fuckin' blimp, hey
Too much rackies in my pocket, I can't stand
I walk with limp, hey
Too much sack up on my cocky
Hoe, I just wanted some lip
(Woah)
(Hey)
(Woah)
(Hey)
(Woah)
We treat life just like a strip club
Look at all this cash we throwing
She like how I eat the pussy
In my past life I was hoeing
Polar ice up on my neck
It match my wrist, that shit is snowin'
Plus it's glowin' yeah!
I'm tryna get high than a bitch (On God)
She tweaking she can't stand and shit (On God)
Oh now she wan fuck with the kid?
If she cap, then we take off her lid
We swiping them cards, and we loading up bins
Not taking no L's bitch I constantly win
This tool kinda heavy, I don't need a gym
She giving up face, told her don't use her limbs
She call my crew cancer cuz smoke we all bring
(Talking all that shit, we let the choppa sing!)
(Really though)
(Like fuck you King Zane, you don't even care!)
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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