High Off Liife (Ariiba!) (feat. Jiah'er)

Yadigg
JSK shit
4W too
Boaw
Yeah, cash on the floor, bet you slip, I might
Blue hunnids to this bitch all night
Rags to the dough, I'm the kid, that's right
Ain't trippin' I been high off life
Turned up the O, I'm lit, bitch piped
No name but you mine for the night
I been out kicking shit out my home
Bitch too bad but I still want her gone
I go Ray Charles on these dudes I can't see em
Been snipin' his girl now he hot in my dm
I got these racks, talking stacks, now believe 'em
I got hoes screaming my name like Bieber
Be basic, I rock all black like I'm the reaper
He wanna be me, I can't be him, go see 'em
New bags at my door, man, we scream out Arriba!
The boy boutta blow, this a JSK heater
I've been making waves before oceans, I'm geeked
Jiah took me to K-Town, I bagged me a freak
Ouu money way
They ain't stacking it up, that's the dummy way
I just ran up new bags up this week
Got these shows jumping, I found the key
While he sleep his hoe still tryna creep
Ain't a secret no more she can put out the leak, delete
Uh hey, I was downtown just spendin' away
Love you baby but you cannot stay
Diamonds dancing, it's BB the weist
My wrist snow in the middle of May
Don't you try me, my boys do not play
Count more money, put feeling away
Healing today, demons by day, come out to play
Cash on the floor, bet you slip, I might
Blue hunnids to this bitch all night
Rags to the dough, I'm the kid, that's right
Ain't trippin' I been high off life
Turned up the O, I'm lit, bitch piped
No name but you mine for the night
I been out kicking shit out my home
Bitch too bad but I still want her gone
I go Ray Charles on these dudes I can't see em
Been snipin' his girl now he hot in my dm
I got these racks, talking stacks, now believe 'em
I got hoes screaming my name like Bieber
Be basic, I rock all black like I'm the reaper
He wanna be me, I can't be him, go see 'em
New bags at my door, man, we scream out Arriba!
The boy boutta blow, this a JSK heater
Catch the flow and slip, I won't
Wanna hang but he ain't from the Fo'
I don't buy designer but I stay with the chrome
High off life, bitch I'm geeked at my shows
The Pillsbury man, know I stay with that dough
When I land in the K, I feel like I'm home
All of these hoes on my nuts like I'm Tatum
He say he got racks but he lyin' I hate him
Arriba! Arriba! I catch him, I hang 'em
Put all my demons in this wood, Ima face 'em
Catch 'em and burn 'em in hell, Ima face it
Pop out in Crocs finna serve a Qpezzy
Kanye been missin' but I'm still wearin' Yeezy
You ain't go to no jewelry store, those are not VV's
This is that gold you can't fake it
No it's not plated but I seein' them still rockin' CZs
Cash on the floor, bet you slip, I might
Blue hunnids to this bitch all night
Rags to the dough, I'm the kid, that's right
Ain't trippin' I been high off life
Turned up the O, I'm lit, bitch piped
No name but you mine for the night
I been out kicking shit out my home
Bitch too bad but I still want her gone
I go Ray Charles on these dudes I can't see em
Been snipin' his girl now he hot in my dm
I got these racks, talking stacks, now believe 'em
I got hoes screaming my name like Bieber
Be basic, I rock all black like I'm the reaper
He wanna be me, I can't be him, go see 'em
New bags at my door, man, we scream out Arriba!
The boy boutta blow, this a JSK heater