High as hell
Where the other wood at bro?
A nigga faded
High as hell, but I'm still finna roll up
Swear lil shawty got that bomb I'm finna blow up
Dancin' in that shit like I'm finna get some cold cuts
Swear these niggas be sweeter than doughnuts
Where you from again? I never heard of it, so what
Broke niggas always askin' to hold somethin
I turned her out, but now she claimin' she wholesome
Tell em get off my dick like some Trojans
He paraplegic, that mean he ain't got no motion
This bitch thought she was slick, but she ain't lotion
My niggas outside still, still causin' commotion
My nigga wound up on the news, that boy bogus
The way I hit it from the back got her knees bending
When you gotta hustle in you, you gon' keep spending
I don't know how to lose, so yes, Ima keep winning
I'ma always talk to God, cause I know I'ma keep sinning
Don't ask me nothin' if you can't say please with it
Brody whip, push to start, he got keys in it
If I take it off your neck, not a joke, I'ma leave with it
Don't categorize me, cause I'm more than a lean sipper
She got that water, I'm big splashing the Moby Dick
Look at the watch, I popped out with a bulky wrist
Walkin' outside today was probably his only risk
Almost got stripped, thought it was Wokhardt, but nah, it's only Trish
A nigga faded
High as hell, but I'm still finna roll up
Swear lil shawty got that bomb I'm finna blow up
Dancin' in that shit like I'm finna get some cold cuts
Swear these niggas be sweeter than doughnuts
Where you from again? I never heard of it, so what
Broke niggas always askin' to hold somethin
I turned her out, but now she claimin' she wholesome
Tell em get off my dick like some Trojans
He paraplegic, that mean he ain't got no motion
This bitch thought she was slick, but she ain't lotion
My niggas outside still, still causin' commotion
My nigga wound up on the news, that boy bogus
The way I hit it from the back got her knees bending
When you gotta hustle in you, you gon' keep spending
I don't know how to lose, so yes, Ima keep winning
I'ma always talk to God, cause I know I'ma keep sinning
Don't ask me nothin' if you can't say please with it
Brody whip, push to start, he got keys in it
If I take it off your neck, not a joke, I'ma leave with it
Don't categorize me, cause I'm more than a lean sipper
She got that water, I'm big splashing the Moby Dick
Look at the watch, I popped out with a bulky wrist
Walkin' outside today was probably his only risk
Almost got stripped, thought it was Wokhardt, but nah, it's only Trish
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Writer(s): Syncere Cumpian
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