HighLife

One Glock two Glock three Glock four
Got a bad bitch and she kick down the door

Screaming firing sticks
She like ramboo
When she unload the clip
We go commando

Party yea life is like a party
A disco ay or some shit wit shawties
Throw it back for me one time cause I'm Marty
In New York milly rockin like I'm carti

Life so sweet can't complain
Run wild and free livin untamed
Getting all of mine everything that's unclaimed
No box got no constraints

Drop the top drop her off after some brain
Who they with? no worries squad full of lames
I'm lit worldwide like football I be in Spain
Got the baddest bitch she go by Mary Jane

Sent me on a flight
Got her on a plane
Moving like a kite
Woke up on a train
Now I'm on a bike
Goin through the rain
Now I feel like mike
I ain't feel no pain
Feel like the other mike
Tryna win the games
And the last mike
A goat till the grave
If he wanna fight
Choppa let it sing
I said if he wanna fight
Choppa let it bang

Watch your mouth
Before you go in the ground
Talking like that but you really a mouse
Got a lotta bark while you hide in ur house

If you're really like that why don't you come out
Stop with the talk bitch show me what u bout

MJ MJ handle my light weight
She gon get you up out my space
Preserve his body with the nitrate
Pulled out my Walter white face
On a light day
I be like ice trae
Ice water running down on my iced veins
I'm cashing high stakes

Blessed to be alive
You gon see me shine
Shawty my bonnie
And I'm her clyde
Life up and down but she stay by my side
Treasure the lows cause now lifestyle is high



Credits
Writer(s): Hamza Sidiqi
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