High Asf!

[Intro: Yeat] Huh, ah Yeah, all we make is hits, yeah I just told him (Brr), told him, "Yeat don't ever miss," yeah (Woah) I just called my bitch, I told her to miss me with that shit (Bullshit) (Curesful) We stay high as shit (Phew) [Verse 1: Yeat] Yeah, we stay high as shit Flying, gliding, had to get this Cayenne (This is a $HMONEY EXCLUSIVE) I ain't even trying Yeah, all my brothers it, yeah, all your brothers dying (Phew) Bitch come through for the weekend, she gon' try it She gon' fall in love with me, yeah, I bet she like it (Go) She want movies to be made, I call up Spike Lee (Brr) I been way too high too often, nothing excite me no more Yeah, you don't got to fuck with the vibes, you can meet my friend, the door Yeah, walked up all in Chrome and bought it all then hit Dior This is flawless diamonds, boy, they water, yes, it's corp Yeah, exposed him to the truth, I swear it shook him to his core The unemployment stopped coming in, it shook him to his core Yeah, y'all bitch is crazy, can't deal with that, I'm not gon' be at courts Something happened? It don't matter, I'm paying a million for a lawyer Got your girl singing my songs, she sing along just like a choir Once they hear my shit, they sound the same, I'm glad I could inspire you Walking 'round with both my eyes closed, they ask me, "Yeat, how high are you?" Told 'em that's my favorite question Yeah, Oxy with Fenty, that's a deadly weapon (They catching up) (This is a SLUMP AUDIOS exclusive) [Refrain: Yeat] Yeah, tell me why you lying for I'm high, flying, ooh, yeah How I get this Cayenne? Yeah, ooh I'm on demon pill, I tell 'em I'm dying [Verse 2: Nerd1k] Yes, I'm putting my bitch inside this Cayenne, zoom I'm in the back of the Tesla, bitch, I'm flying, huh Gutted my bitch out, told her it's just for timing, huh You know how I get off the Tris' Pop me an X on it, hoping this shit is legit I done went up, niggas so lame, that's why I'm fucking your bitch Got it all on her face when I came, that's why she call me a kid Me and lil' Clint locked in, that's why we cannot miss Nigga, I see the hate on their face, that's why I keep me a clip And I'm still gonna fuck her regardless I got fifty bitches out in Charlotte And I think them girls go to college I got sick, a nigga's new virus Bought an AP bust-down, timing I done run up my money, you cannot be shit Lil' nigga, you broke, you lying [Refrain: Yeat] Yeah, tell me why you lying for I'm high, flying, ooh, yeah How I get this Cayenne? Yeah, ooh I'm on demon pill, I tell 'em I'm dying