How High
Digdat
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(Ayy, yo, Scratcha, that sounds hard) It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no) Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why) It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den) If I press it, he's meetin' death Don't jam, now die Lift it up, try turn you red man Then watch him drop, how high Had a spliff in my ear, but I drop that, lost that Now I'm pissed, doing up a blem (err) Got a big G locked in D-Block See him and rise it and beat on them She suck on my dick, then make sure you throat man (yep) Amiri's red like the post man (red) Still tryna send this postal, free S1, tell him get with the program Like, still tryna find my spliff I bun that Someone tell the weed man come back (ayy, come here) Hundred racks on my chain, all the leng tings know my name Grease the waps with air cans True say, tryna not grab then barehand (nah) She said "I don't do this bare" and when I get uck I'm grabbin' her hairband Like, hella fuckboys be talkin', that's how a rumors starts We we don't fist fight with opp boys, call up my shooter fast She's givin' that neck, that face, miss, can you do as I ask? Like when I see size on signs, I'm itching, it's nothing to get a man slimed This nine hold so much 'bine and bro got my back like he's my spine My bad one called and I pressed decline, in Range Sport press recline I'm in The Shard in an escalator, new yard, tryna find a decorator Like ten waps, I'm the designator Standard one, it's a generator Bullet boy, I'm Ashley, I can't let her hold on mine Sometimes I feel like Skrapz (why) I can't stop rollin' with Nines She was on my bro, but I know she a hoe, cah last time I see her with another guy Jailhouse, fist and kicks and bust out his left eye, but I tried get the other eye If I step on the roads with my samurai, anytime gyal see me get butterflies When we step on the roads, we step with poles, they already knows how my bruddas like And these hoes wanna rave and tape with opps, wait 'til we leave the raves taped They're all gonna bath in blood, but my opps wanna bathe in ape It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no) Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why) It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den) If I press it, he's meetin' death Don't jam, now die Lift it up, try turn you red man Then watch him drop, how high
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Written by: Darren Diggs, Nathan Tokosi
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