High End

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh] I’m the king, don’t need no chess All these drugs in my body, I’m numb I can’t feel my face (Yeah) Monday, I pull out the Lamb’ truck Friday I pull out the Wraith, yeah Flooded my wrist with some water, uh All these diamonds gone fuck up the face (Phew, yeah) All of my bitches, they high end Look at my fashion, it’s high end If that bitch do her part, I might give her a coupe She pushin’ that Benz like a Cayenne All my bitches, they high end Look at my fashion, it’s high end If that bitch do her part, I might give her a coupe She pushin’ that Benz like a Cayenne (Skrr) [Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh] Step out, I’m fly as a motherfucker When I walk in and they know it’s some money (Skrr) All my diamonds they hit more than his and his Please, don’t act funny 12 pinky rings just like chandeliers Photogenic, but don’t bring no cameras here Pose, cheese, catch these angles (Skrr) Gotta make a K straight off a bangle Everything I do is exquisite (Exquisite) She got a man, but deep down wanna kick it Cuban link ‘bout the size of a midget That ain’t a Rollie, your time isn’t tickin’ 30 thousand I spend on a light day (Light) And not just a light day (Woah) Once a Wednesday we jump on a flight deck Diamonds real ‘cause they came on a ice tray (Ice) [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh] I’m the king, don’t need no chess All these drugs in my body, I’m numb I can’t feel my face (Yeah) Monday, I pull out the Lamb’ truck Friday I pull out the Wraith, yeah Flooded my wrist with some water, uh All these diamonds gone fuck up the face (Phew, yeah) All of my bitches, they high end Look at my fashion, it’s high end If that bitch do her part, I might give her a coupe She pushin’ that Benz like a Cayenne All my bitches, they high end Look at my fashion, it’s high end If that bitch do her part, I might give her a coupe She pushin’ that Benz like a Cayenne (Skrr) [Verse 2: SosMula] Uh, all of my bitches be silicon thots (Sleezy) Japanese denim with the Vivian stuff (Splash) Can’t stop with the Wock, I spilt the whole cup (Work) Stop, you a thot, can’t feel no slut (Fuck outta here) Can’t sit in my car (No no), bitch, I’ma stall (Sleezy) Niggas’ll die about this Audemar (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Christian Dior (Splash), [?] São Paulo (Splash) My lil bitch got that stick in her bra (Doo-doo-doo-doo) You ain’t got VV diamonds (No no) Bitch, those is B.B. Simons (Fuck outta here) Yeah, you see me shinin’ (Sleezy) If I gotta go, we dyin’ (Doo-doo-doo-doo) [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh] I’m the king, don’t need no chess All these drugs in my body, I’m numb I can’t feel my face (Yeah) Monday, I pull out the Lamb’ truck Friday I pull out the Wraqith, yeah Flooded my wrist with some water, uh All these diamonds gone fuck up the face (Phew, yeah) All of my bitches, they high end Look at my fashion, it’s high end If that bitch do her part, I might give her a coupe She pushin’ that Benz like a Cayenne All my bitches, they high end Look at my fashion, it’s high end If that bitch do her part, I might give her a coupe She pushin’ that Benz like a Cayenne (Skrr)