katch me outside (with Trippie Redd)
They ain't outside, yeah (yeah)
They ain't down to ride, yeah (ride, yeah)
They ain't down to slide, yeah (slide)
They ain't from the high
Cup full of Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Juice full of that Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Crushed cup of that Hi-Tech
Just another day, I'm high (it's just another day)
(Grrah)
We gon' spin his block tonight
He keep talkin' on the net, but he won't catch me outside
She keep blowin' up my phone, I can tell I'm what she like
Lil' tana and Trippie Redd, we two rich ol' redhead guys
And they askin' where I been
If he talk down, get a 1910
You stab my back, I get revenge
And the tears fall down your momma's skin
Lord, forgive me for my sins
I'm so glad I went this path
I could be up in the pen'
'Cause you hurt my heart within
We ain't gon' last that long
It's a reason why your name still ain't in my phone
There's a reason why your name still ain't in my songs
When you speak to me (woah), better watch your tone
Yeah (grrah, grrah, oh-oh)
They ain't outside, yeah (they ain't outside)
They ain't down to ride, yeah (bop, bop, bop)
They ain't down to slide, yeah (slide)
They ain't from the high
Cup full of Hi-Tech (cup full of Tech)
Juice full of that Hi-Tech (cup full of Tech)
Crushed cup of that Hi-Tech (cup of that, yeah)
Just another day, I'm high (it's just another day)
It's just a, yeah
It's just a, yeah
It's just a, yeah
It's just a, yeah, haha
Trip, come hear this
They ain't down to ride, yeah (ride, yeah)
They ain't down to slide, yeah (slide)
They ain't from the high
Cup full of Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Juice full of that Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Crushed cup of that Hi-Tech
Just another day, I'm high (it's just another day)
(Grrah)
We gon' spin his block tonight
He keep talkin' on the net, but he won't catch me outside
She keep blowin' up my phone, I can tell I'm what she like
Lil' tana and Trippie Redd, we two rich ol' redhead guys
And they askin' where I been
If he talk down, get a 1910
You stab my back, I get revenge
And the tears fall down your momma's skin
Lord, forgive me for my sins
I'm so glad I went this path
I could be up in the pen'
'Cause you hurt my heart within
We ain't gon' last that long
It's a reason why your name still ain't in my phone
There's a reason why your name still ain't in my songs
When you speak to me (woah), better watch your tone
Yeah (grrah, grrah, oh-oh)
They ain't outside, yeah (they ain't outside)
They ain't down to ride, yeah (bop, bop, bop)
They ain't down to slide, yeah (slide)
They ain't from the high
Cup full of Hi-Tech (cup full of Tech)
Juice full of that Hi-Tech (cup full of Tech)
Crushed cup of that Hi-Tech (cup of that, yeah)
Just another day, I'm high (it's just another day)
It's just a, yeah
It's just a, yeah
It's just a, yeah
It's just a, yeah, haha
Trip, come hear this
Credits
Writer(s): Michael White, Steven Lewis, Jake Martin, Paul Davis Gachie, Sil Van Bebber
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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