High On Life (feat. Tiny Boost)

Yeah Ha ha ha ha ha So high on life She's tryna fuck me while he's tryna wife And I'm 'bout to finalise this final fight (yeah) Does she like me or these shining lights? I don't trust 'em I don't trust these bitches I don't judge 'em I'm just superstitious But I'm too delicious I'm just, drippy Yeah my suit be dripping Please don't, touch me 'Cause I'm cute and ticklish Ended '22 Yeah the penny soon drop, better give me room We gon' take over the top (top) Very soon Yeah I'm comin' for them, then we move Try to share it with them Nah, they refused If everybody hates Who's Terry Cruz Think it's black and white Betty Boo Leave her pussy bruised up Yeah, I bet you bruised I'll just met with booze Maybe let it settle, give it couple weeks then I go grab that metal, I'm thinkin' 38 So, we can make it special Even bring madman, he can grab a kettle I wouldn't feel a way about it, they been disrespectful Bitch made niggas Probably wear still stilettos I wonder what they're drinking They probably like Prosecco We could mop him up and Just wash him out the ghetto Soften that Cornetto Tickled pink They threw everything at us but the kitchen sink We could make a phone call pulling different strings Niggas make me sick Man these bitches cringe All we do is win, you know it goes bang once it hits the pin I can put the shusher on it, you won't hear a thing Goin' against a gang like pissing in the wind Don't bullet proof your vest, bullet proof your skin Man will pitch your youngin' Left that boy with three shots in his pickled onion Can't get to you then fuck it, we might crip your cousin We might grip your brother They won't see it coming They better dip for cover They best duck and dive Can't get him by the morning, get it done by night Big hammers over here, ain't no hunting knives They just slumped him, yeah they touched him twice Then they jumped on bikes We destroyed them, we lift them and point 'em Bitch niggas now they're on the streets spillin' poison Little duck niggas we should dip them in hoisin When it comes to gangsta rap shit with, we the voices Real nigga tapestry, DOA your casualty If he a snake, he'll get clapped with the accuracy Ah, I handle more straps than the amnesty Why the fuck you think they'll send me to Her Majesty's?