Intro
Yeah, yeah
I’m high as fuck right now
I’m high as fuck right now
I’m high as fuck right now
Verse
The drugs gon’ knock me down
The drugs gon’ hold me down
My stick gon’ push you down
You won’t get back up, do licks in the black truck
With the stick, that be my backup
I don’t got no gang, I don’t got backup
Fuck the ho’, I gotta use latex
Uber, I’m in this bitch relaxed, like a Maybach
Mini store, where I catch some of plays at
We ain’t playing tag, going back and forth
Kick yo’ door, like I be with some whores
You can’t shoot the fye, you using your force
We seen it before, we know how that shit go
I got some shit in my backpack for the low
You can’t trade me, you can trade lil’ bro
Bitch can’t stay with me, open up my door
Li twan ain’t itchin’ off no pill, he itchin’ to blow
Two defenses, better watch how you approach
Put the drip on, I ain’t even make a post
Inhale all the za, I’m a ghost
Ain’t nobody in the hotbox with me
Sticked up, got the green box litty
I’m on drank, this that drank
I’m on drank, I’m on drank, I just can’t relax
Cap shit, boy you know I can see that
Nigga capped out, got on like three hats
Havin’ Runtz, I got Supreme blunt wraps
You ain’t want no racks, you ain’t even on that
He ain’t want no racks, he ain’t even show that
Told her fuck some, damn ho’ a Zodiac
Hood lit, we havin’ blicks, you know that
Finesse you out your shit, you a maniac
Got a black stick, I’ma name it that
Rich ass restaurants, diner bags
He a lunch lady, he just got on shiesty mask
Hotbox the whip, got the bitch geeked
Kid come I froze, my shit ain’t even
Wipe the boy nose, they got the boy sneezing
Look at my B-roll, this shit unbelievable
Nigga ain’t work for this shit, tryna get a boost
If I get a Lamb, first day I might wreck the coupe
I push up drip on you, know I got a spread or two
Shit can get sticky, got stuck in some gooey
Keep the cash put up, for whenever I gotta do it
Black pant, I ain’t ever put on no Truey
Shit hit the fan, like I put my arm through it
Looking for li’ Lazer, bitch I’m in the hood
Tryna do it silent, my partner and ’em run
I just get deposits, run right through ’em
I don’t even gotta pop it, you know it’s going
I ain’t even gotta cock it, this bitch just blowing
Everytime I pop out, I make it knowin’
Outro
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out