HIGH & FLY

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All that lame shit it wont fly
Speak on mine he gotta die
Riding fast I be too high
He want smoke dont be that guy
Cause We gone stand on business
Pop out f*ck it get em
Tired switches different women all exotic these all bitches
All knots up in my denim hella cake Im over sitchy
Lets see how that lil shit go when that boa tempt with this blicky
I den let me heart get cold and I get fried to kill da feelings
I get high I get fly now these bitches tryna get me
Real vibe riding with me
Bae why fucking Onnis sinner
Got some new shit onna way so this
Platform get a lil bigger
Folks nem pop out with fa fa its brackin when we see Em
She aint never f*ck a rockstar I peep she tryna frisk me

She never f*ck a rocksta Im lil sinooo how u doing
Declining bitches Making money
I been working on music
I hear rumors that on me they wanna get into it
You got cake and than you blew it
Tryna keep up boa you stupid
Too damn high I damn near loose it
I been boolin
Onna grind
Why would I trip off a bitch and she a hoe you niggas fried
Since he think he know so much we bust he skull to see his mind
If He run line the blick up and let eat his spine
I know she never trust me All the times I made ha cry
Real niggas and u know Ima always split the pie
Cuz say he see his ass in public he gone black
Throwing p's with them niggas they some savages like pap
She got my shit on reply
She just love I when I rap
Inna room All head nods niggas pussy Ion dap
All that pillow talking sneaky dissing shit I just laughed
Im fresh asl Balenci drip
I take a pic while smoking gas
Bro see 12 behind the whip he gone take off and do the dash
I aint really worried bout shit but a load and some cash
Out here ballin niggas bitches I be knowing why they mad
Im a feen Love lean rockstar jeans I stay fried
Had tell my cuddy chill all he wanna do slide
Got call tryna stand on that business cause these niggas tried
Nigga aint even touch shit
Yeah I know I did math
All this fucking dirty money I need some Soap to take bake bath
I get high I get fly
I get money I do drugs
Its like everywhere I go
All these bitches show me love
All niggas i dont know they on my ass they tryna bug
But I aint trippin off the shit cause you know that shit come with slugs
And My cup be like the ground double cup to hold the mud
Serving shit all Inna school
That shìt was bool
Just me and blood
We gone fold em since he tuff
When I grew it was tough
I didn't complain I just go to the bag and ran it up

All that lame shit it wont fly
Speak on mine he gotta die
Riding fast I be too high
He want smoke dont be that guy
Cause We gone stand on business
Pop out f*ck it get em
Tired switches different women all exotic these all bitches
All knots up in my denim hella cake Im over sitchy
Lets see how that lil shit go when that boa tempt with this blicky
I den let me heart get cold and I get fried to kill da feelings
I get high I get fly now these bitches tryna get me
Real vibe riding with me
Bae why fucking Onnis sinner
Got some new shit onna way so this
Platform get a lil bigger
Folks nem pop out with fa fa its brackin when we see Em
She aint never f*ck a rockstar I peep she tryna frisk me

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