White Lines

[Intro: Jim Jones] Higher, baby Get higher, baby Get higher, baby Uh, don't ever (S.O.O.N. Productions) Jomo [Verse 1: Jim Jones] I been outside since it was a nick for a bag (Bag) It was called gettin' money before we was gettin' to a bag (Check me out) We was goin' to the rink and the bitches was all bad (K3) When you had to be fresh, before the drip, there was the swag (Saucy) I told Justin Laboy that I was hustlin', boy (Respectfully) I took a few trips and bought a couple of toys Secret indictments, we started duckin' the boys Man, we had thе fishscale like we was fuckin' with koi (You hеar me?) Niggas eatin' popcorn until we started makin' movies (Action) I'll put some money on your ass like I was partyin' with Boosie (Bars) Tryna stuff two baddies in this car with the two seat (How?) Packed the lil' baby eighty like that star up on QC (Lil Baby, what's up?) I said what I said, nigga, I can't take it back (Uh-uh) I'm gettin' all this bread, man, I can't take a nap (I'm gettin' it) We used the floor as a bed, we was movin' grams out the trap (Rr) They snatched Rog in the feds, he was on the Am', on the track Shit, you know who I am on this track (Jomo) Niggas don't sell drugs no more, niggas, they scam for them stacks Price of life is cheap, and a couple grand, you get clapped Niggas is hoppin' out the May' and we got the blammers in the back (Oh) If you know what I know, nigga, would understand where I'm at (Chill) If you go where I go, that's where them animals is at (Hoo-hoo) If I tell 'em go, nigga, they'll turn your candle into wax (Doo-doo-doo) I'll have them ooters pop out with them bandanas on the MAC (Oot-oot) [Chorus: Jim Jones] Sellin' drugs was my attraction All the baddies in my direction You gotta clock it, baby, when you in my section Spendin' money, that's my obsession [Verse 2: Dyce Payso] I know these niggas itchin' to try This a different Byrdgang, you fuck with Jim, you gon' die Got the grip on the side, never switch on my guys You know Blanco got them shooters and they cookin' you, pie, uh Fuck what you did back then, this is my time You niggas stop bein' broke and find time You niggas rappin' what I live, rappin' what I did Niggas know I been trappin' since a kid God took my brother, think I'm playin' with karma? Nigga, you die when I see you, I ain't playin' with drama Remember playin' with mama, hit your face with the llama Shit never went good, I was faced with the trauma, uh I'll get you shot in true life, my MAC bug Ain't no serve on his fam, my max bold I really beat bodies, check my background When it's up, then it's up, ain't no back down [Chorus: Jim Jones] Sellin' drugs was my attraction All the baddies in my direction You gotta clock it, baby, when you in my section Spendin' money, that's my obsession [Outro] Higher, baby Get higher, baby Get higher, baby (S.O.O.N. Productions)