High Off Life

(What, yea, shh)
(Star made the beat, i just took it out the oven)
(what, what, what?)
(jump!)
34 to 1, I'm undefeated, uhh
Got your bitch control, alt, delete it, uhh
Jack your shoes, y'all know I'm finna keep it, uhh
Do this shit again, we gon' beat it, uhh

Do this shit again every season, huh
Do this shit again every weekend, huh
I just lied, I know you gon' believe it, uhh
She just left, she didn't have a reason, uhh

Maison Margiela, all black GLE
If my Broski dip, then I'ma dip, and I'ma leave
Hoodie up, all black fit, with a ski
I'm rocking with my gang and I'm rocking with my-

Flee, hahahahaha, (what?)
And we on some stupid shit, wallah fam
Yuh, and we did a shh, 30 times, yuh
Got your bitch, she ringing on my line, yuh
And I made your bitch commit a crime, yuh
3 hoes in the backseat, all tryna ride, yuh
It's always my decision
Whether we make the amendments
Yea, we going on a mission
For the commission, submission
And y'all haters better listen
I make guap every direction
Don't try teaching me a lesson
With my 11's

We got 45's
On the fucking line
Man, we did it for the drill and for the team and for the live
This my motherfuckin' shh

Yea we high on life
Yea we high on life, yuh
Yea we high on life
Yea we high on life, yuh
Yea we high on life
Yea we high on life, yuh
Yeah we high on everything
High on life, yuh

34 to 1, I'm undefeated, uhh
Got your bitch control, alt, delete it, uhh
Jack your shoes, y'all know I'm finna keep it, uhh
Do this shit again, we gon' beat it, uhh



Credits
Writer(s): Mostafa Rezk
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