These Gon' Blow Yo Speaker
I'm way too high up in the bitch, I'm way too high
I'm way too high up in this bitch, I'm way too high
You try and do some dumb shit, my nigga you gon' die
I'm so locked in, on my money
God damn, that shit rhymed
I don't trip about no freak hoes
I just pay my mind
Lil' bitch I am not feelin' you, like you don't see the signs?
They think that this Adidas, Holy shit bro this some Gucci
Lil bitch said she want some kisses
I said hell nah this ain't Smoochie
We gon' go get us a lil' house
We gon' make this shit a movie
Lil bitch tryna do some black magic, she can't fucking do me
Damn I forgot your name
I thought you knew me
Damn think I seen that chain
Back at Zumiez
All these Benjamins
They coming to me
And I'm smoking different strands
Off the Shrommies
Simba Simba what's your plan?
I'm gon' make it
My bitch couldn't do no homework, gave her Xans, and now she scholing
I got, two, three, phones which one is you callin?
Last year I started hooping
Now we up and now we balling
Now since bitch I'm up
I don't need you calling
She said she need to savin
I'm Tom Holland
I'm gon' save your life
I'm gon' take you out of Harlem
Lil bitch tryna tell me all her problems
Baby I can't solve em
Got 99 problems
But this one bitch she can solve em
These niggas ain't on top
Cuz they ass stuck at the bottom
Man this hoe she stressed, she need a cig
Lil bitch yeah it's Friday
Let's get lit
I just touched down in your city
I'm way too high up in this bitch, I'm way high
I'm way too high up in this bitch, I'm way too
I'm way too high up in this bitch, I'm way too high
You try and do some dumb shit, my nigga you gon' die
I'm so locked in, on my money
God damn, that shit rhymed
I don't trip about no freak hoes
I just pay my mind
Lil' bitch I am not feelin' you, like you don't see the signs?
They think that this Adidas, Holy shit bro this some Gucci
Lil bitch said she want some kisses
I said hell nah this ain't Smoochie
We gon' go get us a lil' house
We gon' make this shit a movie
Lil bitch tryna do some black magic, she can't fucking do me
Damn I forgot your name
I thought you knew me
Damn think I seen that chain
Back at Zumiez
All these Benjamins
They coming to me
And I'm smoking different strands
Off the Shrommies
Simba Simba what's your plan?
I'm gon' make it
My bitch couldn't do no homework, gave her Xans, and now she scholing
I got, two, three, phones which one is you callin?
Last year I started hooping
Now we up and now we balling
Now since bitch I'm up
I don't need you calling
She said she need to savin
I'm Tom Holland
I'm gon' save your life
I'm gon' take you out of Harlem
Lil bitch tryna tell me all her problems
Baby I can't solve em
Got 99 problems
But this one bitch she can solve em
These niggas ain't on top
Cuz they ass stuck at the bottom
Man this hoe she stressed, she need a cig
Lil bitch yeah it's Friday
Let's get lit
I just touched down in your city
I'm way too high up in this bitch, I'm way high
I'm way too high up in this bitch, I'm way too
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Writer(s): Jeff Henley
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