High 4 Lyfe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Really high as shit
Feel like I've been ridin' in a spaceship
Gotta get out the crib I've been rottin'
Yeah
This shit give me a feeling, a real vibe
Might just pour a (W-woah, woah, woah)
Might just pour a (Oh, oh, oh)
Might just pour a four might just double up (Yeah)
I don't leave the crib without my double cup (Yeah)
Gotta keep it up gotta keep it up (Yeah)
Runnin' outta love so I'm pouring drugs (Yeah)
Ridin' with a foreign bitch do foreign drugs (Yeah)
Catch another vi-i-i-be (Yeah)
Hop inside the ride, she gon' give it up (Yeah)
You know that I'm hi-i-i-gh)
They don't understand me and they never will (They never will)
I just popped another one of Nyquil (Let's go)
I'm just geeked up shawty for the night still
And I wanna know what is your vibe here
Do you wanna leave, let's go
Ridin' in the Maybach with my bro's
Choppa hit em' case closed
I'm from a place where they taking your soul
And they ain't never finna tell, no no (Woah)
And they ain't never finna tell, no no (No-o-o)
Jumpin' off the yacht yeah
It cost a lot yeah
Bitch I'm going u-u-up a lot yeah
Got these diamonds on my neck they shakin' back and forth
You a bad lil bitch I'm tryna take you on the court
One of one, every time I'm in that shit it go
And it's done, I just popped another one I'm on
Now I'm up, Rolling Loud that's forty thousand just to
Do a show
You lil niggas nothing but some hoes
Hoe on the low
I just got these racks I'm like
Yeah I get the most
And I do the most
And I do the most
Sippin styrofoam
You niggas bogus
I just had a show
Drankin' purple got me moving
Sideways, sideways, sideways
Swervin' lanes gotta stay focused gotta get to the
Driveway, driveway
Gettin' wavy like a wig or some chips
Imma hit you up, eat you up like some dip
Imma pull up, pullin' up real quick
I got semi-automatic on hand equipped
(Hey, bah, bah, bah)
Dodgin' traffic going in and outta lanes
Go a little faster on them rainy days
Getting money out the plastic that shit pays
Playin' with these bands on the freeway
Life ain't fair, gotta clear your conscience, your conscience
Having all these bad thots, gotta keep it consistent, consistent
Might just pour a four might just double up (Yeah)
I don't leave the crib without my double cup (Yeah)
Gotta keep it up gotta keep it up (Yeah)
Runnin' outta love so I'm pouring drugs (Yeah)
Ridin' with a foreign bitch do foreign drugs (Yeah)
Catch another vi-i-i-be (Yeah)
Hop inside the ride, she gon' give it up (Yeah)
You know that I'm hi-i-i-gh)
Really high as shit
Feel like I've been ridin' in a spaceship
Gotta get out the crib I've been rottin'
Yeah
This shit give me a feeling, a real vibe
Might just pour a (W-woah, woah, woah)
Might just pour a (Oh, oh, oh)
Might just pour a four might just double up (Yeah)
I don't leave the crib without my double cup (Yeah)
Gotta keep it up gotta keep it up (Yeah)
Runnin' outta love so I'm pouring drugs (Yeah)
Ridin' with a foreign bitch do foreign drugs (Yeah)
Catch another vi-i-i-be (Yeah)
Hop inside the ride, she gon' give it up (Yeah)
You know that I'm hi-i-i-gh)
They don't understand me and they never will (They never will)
I just popped another one of Nyquil (Let's go)
I'm just geeked up shawty for the night still
And I wanna know what is your vibe here
Do you wanna leave, let's go
Ridin' in the Maybach with my bro's
Choppa hit em' case closed
I'm from a place where they taking your soul
And they ain't never finna tell, no no (Woah)
And they ain't never finna tell, no no (No-o-o)
Jumpin' off the yacht yeah
It cost a lot yeah
Bitch I'm going u-u-up a lot yeah
Got these diamonds on my neck they shakin' back and forth
You a bad lil bitch I'm tryna take you on the court
One of one, every time I'm in that shit it go
And it's done, I just popped another one I'm on
Now I'm up, Rolling Loud that's forty thousand just to
Do a show
You lil niggas nothing but some hoes
Hoe on the low
I just got these racks I'm like
Yeah I get the most
And I do the most
And I do the most
Sippin styrofoam
You niggas bogus
I just had a show
Drankin' purple got me moving
Sideways, sideways, sideways
Swervin' lanes gotta stay focused gotta get to the
Driveway, driveway
Gettin' wavy like a wig or some chips
Imma hit you up, eat you up like some dip
Imma pull up, pullin' up real quick
I got semi-automatic on hand equipped
(Hey, bah, bah, bah)
Dodgin' traffic going in and outta lanes
Go a little faster on them rainy days
Getting money out the plastic that shit pays
Playin' with these bands on the freeway
Life ain't fair, gotta clear your conscience, your conscience
Having all these bad thots, gotta keep it consistent, consistent
Might just pour a four might just double up (Yeah)
I don't leave the crib without my double cup (Yeah)
Gotta keep it up gotta keep it up (Yeah)
Runnin' outta love so I'm pouring drugs (Yeah)
Ridin' with a foreign bitch do foreign drugs (Yeah)
Catch another vi-i-i-be (Yeah)
Hop inside the ride, she gon' give it up (Yeah)
You know that I'm hi-i-i-gh)
Credits
Writer(s): Basam, Kaeden
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