So High
(Woah)
So high, got jet lag
Blowin' up, like a jet pack (jetpack)
Told em' go get your get back, (woah, woah)
Run up me and he ran back
I be hitting yo bitch from the back, (woah)
She got a fat ass, she got the gyats (fa)
This gon' be a W track
Catch yo boi whenever he lack (lack)
This summer is gonna be lit
All these girls around my crib (fa, fa, fa) (woah, woah)
Lean in the cup, yeah I take a sip
Ice on me, yeah I got the drip
(Woah) Everyday I be gettin' the bag
And I got the strap, your girl sitting on my lap (woah, woah, woah)
In my raps I never cap
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Screamin, that's how your girl sound in bed
She gave me some head, yeah I make her rock the bed
She too slow, like a snail, yo
So I had to let her go, woah
Woah, woah, I will steal your hoes
Gettin' all this bread, gettin' high off meds
That's why your baby girl is laying in my bed
Yeah, my raps go hard
Choppa hit you far
Goin' ninety on yo block, shooting out my car
My bullets go far, all the way to Mars
(Woah)
So high, got jet lag
Blowin' up, like a jet pack (jetpack)
Told em' go get your get back, (woah, woah)
Run up me and he ran back
(Woah) Everyday I be gettin' the bag
And I got the strap, your girl sitting on my lap (woah, woah, woah)
In my raps I never cap
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah (fa, fa, fa) (woah, woah)
(Back)
(Woah)
So high, got jet lag
Blowin' up, like a jet pack (jetpack)
Told em' go get your get back, (woah, woah)
Run up me and he ran back
I be hitting yo bitch from the back, (woah)
She got a fat ass, she got the gyats (fa)
This gon' be a W track
Catch yo boi whenever he lack (lack)
This summer is gonna be lit
All these girls around my crib (fa, fa, fa) (woah, woah)
Lean in the cup, yeah I take a sip
Ice on me, yeah I got the drip
(Woah) Everyday I be gettin' the bag
And I got the strap, your girl sitting on my lap (woah, woah, woah)
In my raps I never cap
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Screamin, that's how your girl sound in bed
She gave me some head, yeah I make her rock the bed
She too slow, like a snail, yo
So I had to let her go, woah
Woah, woah, I will steal your hoes
Gettin' all this bread, gettin' high off meds
That's why your baby girl is laying in my bed
Yeah, my raps go hard
Choppa hit you far
Goin' ninety on yo block, shooting out my car
My bullets go far, all the way to Mars
(Woah)
So high, got jet lag
Blowin' up, like a jet pack (jetpack)
Told em' go get your get back, (woah, woah)
Run up me and he ran back
(Woah) Everyday I be gettin' the bag
And I got the strap, your girl sitting on my lap (woah, woah, woah)
In my raps I never cap
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah (fa, fa, fa) (woah, woah)
(Back)
(Woah)
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