High

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

My momma always told me women psycho

Bougie bitches paying school tuition for the lipo

She said she gone look better then Rihanna by the summer

ALC, them prices steep

This ain't the hundreds fuck you thinking

If I fuck her on the sink she gone be calling every week

I'ma fuck her on the sofa so she acting like she supposed to

Tesla Roadster in my dream, but this beamer get the job done

Money motivated, if it's slow then I'm gone rob some

[Verse 2: BIA]

Now if it's one thing I know, you either classy or trashy

I take a bite out the platter, but I ain't grow up with no daddy

I make 'em buy a g-wagon and a couple bundles of weed

But if it's two things I know, still ain't no nigga I need

I guess that's all on me, peanut butter seats with the top down

Nothing less than hated, he want a side piece like a ROD

By ROD I mean domesticated, so pardon my back

'Cause I ain't looking behind me

Soon as your ass big as Chyna

He'll go and leave you for Kylie

[Outro: Vince Staples]

My momma always told me women psycho

My momma always told me women psycho

My momma always told me women psycho

My momma always told me women psycho

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