High Notes
She wanna walk, walk, walk
Hmm
If she wanna walk out my life
Better leave me on a high note
You can't cut these ties
You forgot I'm your supplier
Up in the cut wit the fye
Babygirl a ride or dier
So don't tell me lies
You forgot I'm your supplier
South side Chevy when I go to De Hoyos
We was 3 deep, rolling big trees, in an '03 silver Toyota
I got enemies, making ends meat, wanna erase me like Ticonderogas
Rolling a O, I don't fold up
Im asking em what is the hold up?
I'll turn a nigga terracotta
Turn ya noodle to tomato
I'm the biggest Don Dotta
Sipping wok in Tijuana
Bloodclot
She make it pop like buck shot
Buck shot
I wet em up like big yachts
Outside baby I don't swim under water
She got new weave, I got pet peeves, might as well go and pour up
I'm mixing the Rémy wit soda
I'm mixing the Henny wit Cola
Taking shots off areola's
And she wanna Controlla
Stay off my phone, got me sick like Ebola
iPhone trappin, got no Motorola
Late night text might put her in a coma
She black and then tell me she love me, you so bipolar
If she wanna walk out my life
Better leave me on a high note
You can't cut these ties
You forgot I'm your supplier
Up in the cut wit the fye
Babygirl a ride or dier
So don't tell me lies
You forgot I'm your supplier
If she wanna walk out my life
If she wanna walk, walk, walk
Hmm
Hmm
If she wanna walk out my life
Better leave me on a high note
You can't cut these ties
You forgot I'm your supplier
Up in the cut wit the fye
Babygirl a ride or dier
So don't tell me lies
You forgot I'm your supplier
South side Chevy when I go to De Hoyos
We was 3 deep, rolling big trees, in an '03 silver Toyota
I got enemies, making ends meat, wanna erase me like Ticonderogas
Rolling a O, I don't fold up
Im asking em what is the hold up?
I'll turn a nigga terracotta
Turn ya noodle to tomato
I'm the biggest Don Dotta
Sipping wok in Tijuana
Bloodclot
She make it pop like buck shot
Buck shot
I wet em up like big yachts
Outside baby I don't swim under water
She got new weave, I got pet peeves, might as well go and pour up
I'm mixing the Rémy wit soda
I'm mixing the Henny wit Cola
Taking shots off areola's
And she wanna Controlla
Stay off my phone, got me sick like Ebola
iPhone trappin, got no Motorola
Late night text might put her in a coma
She black and then tell me she love me, you so bipolar
If she wanna walk out my life
Better leave me on a high note
You can't cut these ties
You forgot I'm your supplier
Up in the cut wit the fye
Babygirl a ride or dier
So don't tell me lies
You forgot I'm your supplier
If she wanna walk out my life
If she wanna walk, walk, walk
Hmm
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Writer(s): Imani Luke
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