[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Chyeah, sex
Woo, uh
Yeah (Rockstar trap shit)
Chyeah
Chyeah
I can't even lie, uh
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Hey)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots, step (Uh)
High top boots (Woo)
High top boots (Let's go)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots, step (Steppy)
Step (Uh), step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step
High top boots, step (Uh)
Step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step (Rockin' that Jean Gaul'), step
High top boots
[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
It's murder (Pew), murder (Chyeah), murder (Woo)
I just made a killin' (Woo)
Rockstar livin' (Livin')
Loads of different women (Women)
Got my jit trippin'
Tryna pinch a bag (Ooh)
I ain't told a lie (Pew)
Nigga, tip your hat (Uh)
This ain't this or that (Huh)
I don't go tit for tat (Huh)
I done gave away my swag and I don't want it back (Yeah)
Put a stainless in my jacket, I ain't tryna lack (Yeah)
I ain't standin' in no linе but she chose a G (Uh-huh)
Let my baddiе call me sex, can't get over me (Sex)
Took the molly and a shrooms tryna OD
She's tryna lure me in the room, tryna own me (Let's go)
I done picked up that bag, made it circulate (Racks)
I just took a blue dragon, made it percolate (Uh, uh)
If she lookin' at me mad I gotta fuck her face (Yeah)
I talk sex, money, murder, but you can't relate (Let's go)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots (Hey)
High top boots, step
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Step)
High top boots (Woo)
High top boots, step (Uh)
Step (Yeah), step (Uh), step (Uh-uh)
High top boots, step
Step (Woo, woo), step (Chyeah), step
High top boots
[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
High top shit
High top Rick
High top bitch
High top crib (Chyeah)
She do my type of drugs (Let's go)
She got my type of love (Love)
She have my type of fun
She might be the one (Woo)
I got a rockstar lady
Ice make her crazy (Crazy)
Ice make her crazy
I put my price nigga pay me (Uh), price nigga pay me
Black wife, like I'm JAY-Z (Ooh)
Everything up on a topic (Uh)
I gotta switch up the topic (Uh)
Blue pills like antibiotics
You know I tote the star gun
She on the back of my R1
She on the back of my double R
I hit her weed, she totin' my gun
She want a lil fame, wanna fuck with a star
She wanna say she made the star cum
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots (Uh, uh)
High top boots (Uh, uh)
High top boots (Chyeah), step
High top boots (Step)
High top boots (I'm rockin' that Rick)
High top boots (Let's go)
High top boots, step (Ooh-ooh)
Step, step (Yeah), step (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
High top boots, step
Step (Steppy), step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step
High top boots
[Verse 3: Skengdo]
Look
I'm runnin' 'round Range Rover Sport
Lipstick leather and shit (Shit)
Really ain't givin' no fucks
I'm on my celibate shit (Yeah)
Givenchy, tracky and J's
These niggas still talkin' 'bout drip (Skrrt)
I was seventeen with the racks (Woah)
Now I'm twenty-five and lit, yeah
Now I'm twenty-five and lit (Whoo)
Something's gone wrong with my bladder
[?] still taking a piss (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Yeah, I'm still taking a piss (Yeah)
[?] takin' them risks (Whoo)
OT takin' them trips
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots, step
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots, step
Step, step, step
High top boots, step
Step, step, step
High top boots
