High Horse
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
Say you want that bag tap in my bro can walk you through
How we in the function with a chop, I guess he walked it through
Ksubis on my ass flagging, yea, like what that money do
I be in my bag, she get mad say I'm walking out
I ain't patching shit up, fuck yo feelings, we can't talk it out
Bitch be on my dick, she wanna chill, no, we can't fuck at all
I can't fuck no bitch that my man's had, that's law
You gotta risk yo life for that reward if you want it, bro
High speed chase for yo life, why you running, bro?
Stick and move like a boxer, yea, I can come and go
Eyes on Bloodshot, where you at the plug spot?
Push a bean plus twenty shit, it used to be the bus stop
Pull up to the party with the mob, we got the club hot
Need for speed, I'm OT full throttle, wish I would stop
I don't fuck with niggas because they dick eat and they hood hop
If you fuck with me, ain't no question that you should rock
Thousand dollar sneaks, they on my shelf just like a bookshop
They be on my D because I do the shit the look hot
Uh, just a youngin' with a bag that went a turnt it up
Uh, left my leeches in the past, no, they can't work with us
Ain't no talking to the law, can't get no words from us
Yea, he can't hang his hand, was ass 'cause he don't swerve enough
Uh, yeah, 'cause he don't swerve enough
Walk into the function, dripped out, now she in my face
She think she a ten but she a seven and she thought she ate
Put on my Amiris, Dior, mix with bathing ape
Pull out 50 racks make these bitches do a double take
If you ain't talkin' racks you can the fuck up out my face
If you don't wanna die then don't hop in 'cause that's the risk you take
Blitz from different sides then come together like amazing grace
Niggas must trippin postin up I guess he think he safe
Run up in ya crib grab the word and don't forget the safe
Law get behind us hit da gas and take 'em on a chase
Get back to da trap and break it down and get my niggas straight
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
I can knock 'em off that high horse if you want me to
Say you want that bag tap in my bro can walk you through
How we in the function with a chop, I guess he walked it through
Ksubis on my ass flagging, yea, like what that money do
I be in my bag, she get mad say I'm walking out
I ain't patching shit up, fuck yo feelings, we can't talk it out
Bitch be on my dick, she wanna chill, no, we can't fuck at all
I can't fuck no bitch that my man's had, that's law
You gotta risk yo life for that reward if you want it, bro
High speed chase for yo life, why you running, bro?
Stick and move like a boxer, yea, I can come and go
Eyes on Bloodshot, where you at the plug spot?
Push a bean plus twenty shit, it used to be the bus stop
Pull up to the party with the mob, we got the club hot
Need for speed, I'm OT full throttle, wish I would stop
I don't fuck with niggas because they dick eat and they hood hop
If you fuck with me, ain't no question that you should rock
Thousand dollar sneaks, they on my shelf just like a bookshop
They be on my D because I do the shit the look hot
Uh, just a youngin' with a bag that went a turnt it up
Uh, left my leeches in the past, no, they can't work with us
Ain't no talking to the law, can't get no words from us
Yea, he can't hang his hand, was ass 'cause he don't swerve enough
Uh, yeah, 'cause he don't swerve enough
Walk into the function, dripped out, now she in my face
She think she a ten but she a seven and she thought she ate
Put on my Amiris, Dior, mix with bathing ape
Pull out 50 racks make these bitches do a double take
If you ain't talkin' racks you can the fuck up out my face
If you don't wanna die then don't hop in 'cause that's the risk you take
Blitz from different sides then come together like amazing grace
Niggas must trippin postin up I guess he think he safe
Run up in ya crib grab the word and don't forget the safe
Law get behind us hit da gas and take 'em on a chase
Get back to da trap and break it down and get my niggas straight
Credits
Writer(s): Rinat Akhmetshin, Jahlive Boyd Unknown, Rob D, Sekhi B
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