Ha, yeah
Yeah, uh-huh, ha, uh-huh
(Y'all are now tunin' into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga)
Uh, ayy, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh, hold on, uh-huh (Artist, Artist)
I'm too high, yeah, I can't steer
I'm too high, yeah, I can't hear
I'm too high, yeah, out of here
Too high, made the Hellcat flip
Straight to the trap when I signed my deal
Niggas say they the opps 'til they get killed
Now he on TV like Dr. Phil
I know some niggas, yeah, they down to slide
Switch on the Glock and it sound like a riot
Better stop reachin', lil' bitch, don't try it
Soon as he try it, we send him to God
Soon as he try it, we send him to Hell
All of my niggas, we goin' to Hell
Second day out, I ain't had no bail
Soon as I got in, I was out on bail
Yeah, soon as I got in, I was out on bail
