[Intro]
Phew
[Verse]
Higher than a bitch, I'm out my mind, with too much shit on my mind
Too many stones can't tell the time, right now pour another line
I'm tryin' be higher than high, I'm tryin' be higher than God
Keep this pistol on my side, see me pussy say "Oh my god"
Bitch, is yo ass down to ride? If you not, then you get out
I ain't callin you no Uber, I'm not droppin you back off at yo house
I got shit to do, I'm out, she like "What the fuck is you talking 'bout"
I'm like "Is you in or is you out, 10 hour drive, I'm goin down south
I gotta pick some shit up", I am not gone switch up
I do not give one fuck, I'm not tryna sign nun'
DawgShitRecords we run shit, niggas know we dog shit
I ain't with that fraud shit, Papi wildin, lawless
Cartier it flawless, I want you painless, broadless
And I want yo jaw bitch, yeah I'm stuffin it all in
And I got a car full, no I do not car pool
But I do got house jewels, and I do got car jewels
No I don't wеar house shoes, bitch I think I'm too cool
When I'm on thе west, I'm smokin the best from Aintnobodycool
Cuz ain't nobody cool, if anybody buss a move
I show you my body do, bitch I get on yo body too
My shooter follow through, all he do is follow suit
You would think It's CP and Blake Griff the way I'm throwing alley-oops
We hanging out the window and the only thing we doin is shoot
Blocboy JB Glock cause all that bitch do is shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
When I pull up inna coupe! Coupe! Coupe!
Shooters jumpin out the roof! Roof! Roof!
Dead dog, he ain't got no woof! Woof! Woof!
My lil niggas wylin, baby yeah you know I got it
Thousands, they sit in my pocket, rocket
Don't spill in my trousers, got it, bitch you know I'm icy, stop it
I'm still poppin Oxycontins, I slowed down from doing Roxys
These niggas move like informants, say he love me what you did for me
Bitch I know you don't really want it, you just round me for the glory
Run you over with [?], now he gotta keep on moving forward
They like shorty what's the story, bitch I'm sticking to my story
Throw a bitch from thirty stories, you know shorty got it on em
Glock on me while I'm performing, up the Glock the Glock performing
The Glock was part of my performance, bankroll on me its enormous
Speedball Kurt, that's what they call me, I'm a dog you know I dog it
Told the bitch I was gon call her, blocked the number, never called her
Cartier, it look like water, my bitch 1k, she not from Broadway
My opps at home, I know they salty, I bought a foreign just to dog it
I could hear them perkies callin, I pulled up in a creepy crawler
Should've seen em when they saw me, I jump out like I'm Mr. Frosty
I'm smoking gas like car exhaustion, sippin cough syrup but I'm not coughing
I get in my feelings quite often, he talkin stupid I might off him
You know how much it cost for a coffin, think bout that before you start talkin
Kicked the bitch out told her to start walkin, blocked the bitch number, told her stop callin
Drake Nolia clap like I'm from New Orleans, Big Belly Freddy like E-40
If it's cheap enough, we bought it, screaming like a bitch when we caught him
Swing that drac like I'm retarded, don't fuck around got me started
My first thought was "This beat garbage", then that bitch started hittin a lil harder
Arm in the pot like Vince Carter, they chose the quarter over the block like that lightskin nigga in Coach Carter
I'm out my business, I don't bother, come round with that shit I'll rob you
Your best bet, don't trust me regardless, my momma ask me "Why you so heartless"
Push the button on the car, start it, that's my queue to leave, I'm done talkin
Gave her a 8th cause her weed garbage, me and Neph not going like Yak and Jackboy
I don't jack that shit with Yak and Jackboy, I look at Neph and say "We them boyz"
We way better than Max and French, Neph'll talk to you, don't ask me shit
I get mad when my bitch ask for a sip, I lied and told her I'd give her a deuce
Even to my lawyer, I can't tell the truth, him and the DA probably in cahoots
I feel like Woody, the glick in my boots
Woke up asked my bitch for my boot, I'm poppin perks like I hurt my tooth
I'm more Crip than Uncle Snoop, [?] see me and he'll salute
I get love in my hood, they treat me like I'm Gotti
Way before the rap, I was sellin crack and I was pullin robberies
You can ask anybody on the eastside about me
Glizzy stickin out my boxers, bitch you better know I got it
Please don't think I'm movin sloppy cause you see me on narcotics
Talkin stupid in the club parking lot until they shot him
Nigga said he want what for what? Lil buddy wylin
Lil cuz up the street, he put me on, what kinda car he drivin
I know lil baby fine, but that pussy got a lotta mileage
Audi seat reclined, I put this bitch on autopilot
Keep on pourin lines, fell in love with that dirty toxic
[?] that's my dawg, we tied in, you know how we rockin
DawgShitRecords we ain't nun but some damn doggies
Yak think that he blacked out on this beat, that lil nigga retarded
Get in my A8, designer wocka, this muhfucka water
Thinking I don't think, I let him think he could, don't even call me
Know how to trap, my brother trap, without a deal we go regardless
I don't want no damn flowers, bitch I want some damn dollars
She playing with that nose powder, for the gram she paying top dollar
Trap for the dogs, pitbulls and some rottweilers
OT want a deuce, I told em give me half an hour
My opps don't know what to do with powder, instead they fuck around and use the powder
Say I don't trap, bitch you's a liar, hang you in a cross and crucify you
Got ?, no pacifier, pat him down, he might have a wire
100 round hittin everybody, hell nah we ain't get invited to the party
Came in this bitch to rob everybody, nigga have you ever seen a dead body
Faceshot gang we headshot him, hit his jaw left his legs rockin
Staring at my Cartier, damn this fucker cost a fortune
'Member when I used to window shop for shit, I couldn't afford it
Fucked round, hit the pot, I beat the block and damn near built a fortune
Drum look like the wheel of fortune, boy or girl, bitch pick your poison
Close the door it's kinda noisy, still paranoid, I'm hearing voices
Niggas left me no choices, we don't drive no Rolls Royces
Don't speak on unknown sources, horses in the hood but it's not a Porsche
Dumb hood bitch, her name Porsche, sell crack out her house, got that bitch scorchin
Stupid bitch think she gon get a portion, gave her a 8th told and her to roll it
It's my car, I drive it like I stole it, in the ? they say "Pistola"
1300, I got a zip for you, don't gotta cook it, it's already hit for you
I front you, I don't got a problem with that, I got a problem when I gotta look for you
Don't be coming back with no sob stories, I don't wanna hear what they took from you
The second time I'mma up the Glock, but the first time I got a hook for you
Nigga said "Pap, I got 500", I said "Aight cool, I got a hook for you"
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