Too High

[Chorus]

Boss man Byrd Gang shit ⁣

We highed up Biggavel ⁣

Boss Don ugh Too high ⁣

To get over from ⁣

Puffing this piff this ⁣

Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch ⁣

Owww too low to get under ⁣

I can’t breathe no more ⁣

And the sizzurp too strong ⁣

I don’t need no more ⁣

Too high to get over ⁣

It’s like I need a G50 ⁣

Get the 40s from Jimmy get the ⁣

Ninas from Swizzy ⁣

Too low to get under ⁣

As long as the street to take me ⁣

And I don’t care what ⁣

Niggas think of as long ⁣

As we stay caking ⁣

[Max B Verse]

You dont wanna get popped get shot bullets in yo ass

Made the nigga scream

Me and the game so intimate

Cop some extra vests's

Since the the job beis your incident

But we all know that ain't rare, its like a bitch against Biggavel

That ain't fair, cause I'ma sell her out

Spread her wide and double back

Put her out on stroll and sell her for a couple stacks

Now go blow it all on Clicquot (and remy)

Shorty on the dance floor blowing my meat slow

I fucks with bitches that deep-throat

So when the Feds raid

They swallow all the D and the weed smoke

And you can't see whats under the V coat

My swag so mean I could clutter your cheese flow

I let the sawed off....BLAM THERE YOUR KNEES GO

Lit his BVD’s up where his tees go