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)