High Society
Runnin' through the city, baby, and you look at me
I was gettin' high, baby, rollin' off of three
Bustin' in the party, she gon' get up on her knees
Lookin' at my phone, she said, baby, please don't leave
All these niggas, bitches, snitches, and they be some fleas
Being' about my lonely, really taught me how to eat
All this pain up in my body, don't know what to think
Baby, leave me alone, I'm gon' really need a drink
Hittin' up my phone, she gon' get wet like a sink
I know you a pussy, nigga, so we cannot link
Finna hit the top, bitch, I'm almost at the brink
Runnin' through my mind, got me skatin' like a rink, okay
Shawty wanna hit my phone, I think it's yesterday
I don't really give a fuck, like I just got a k
She gon' hit my line, but I'm like, okay, ayy
But I'm not okay
Runnin' through the city, baby, and you look at me
I was gettin' high, baby, rollin' off of three
Bustin' in the party, she gon' get up on her knees
Lookin' at my phone, she said, baby, please don't leave
All these niggas, bitches, snitches, and they be some fleas
Talkin' on my page, leave that shit up for the bees
Shawty, if you didn't hit me up, because I am her need
All y'all niggas leave me alone and please just let me be.
Only real niggas know about seven
I was gettin' high, baby, rollin' off of three
Bustin' in the party, she gon' get up on her knees
Lookin' at my phone, she said, baby, please don't leave
All these niggas, bitches, snitches, and they be some fleas
Being' about my lonely, really taught me how to eat
All this pain up in my body, don't know what to think
Baby, leave me alone, I'm gon' really need a drink
Hittin' up my phone, she gon' get wet like a sink
I know you a pussy, nigga, so we cannot link
Finna hit the top, bitch, I'm almost at the brink
Runnin' through my mind, got me skatin' like a rink, okay
Shawty wanna hit my phone, I think it's yesterday
I don't really give a fuck, like I just got a k
She gon' hit my line, but I'm like, okay, ayy
But I'm not okay
Runnin' through the city, baby, and you look at me
I was gettin' high, baby, rollin' off of three
Bustin' in the party, she gon' get up on her knees
Lookin' at my phone, she said, baby, please don't leave
All these niggas, bitches, snitches, and they be some fleas
Talkin' on my page, leave that shit up for the bees
Shawty, if you didn't hit me up, because I am her need
All y'all niggas leave me alone and please just let me be.
Only real niggas know about seven
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Writer(s): Lil $hine
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