Lyrics:
the high price of living when you're living it high
See ah, my type of livings when you're giving a lie
And you don't got to admit what you did to get by
See
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
straight
I was rollin' through the city a po-body
Niggas probably thought that I wouldn't gon' be like nobody
Yo Gotti rake it up
The shit I seen can't make
Yo
Five in the morning
80 cash meet the plug with the .40 on me
I turn the paper into birds, call it origami
Fuck a wave, I'm the whole tsunami
ticking to the tone
And the tempo
The tick boom
And they never make a move
Until I come in the room
Drop a nuke with my posture
You should've known
By
clip to return the favour
Me and Mr no heart had a triple by pass
For any block we on we didn't even have to ask
Yo yo g can't forget what we did in
fact is, all the actors mad
Cause they Rolls been takin' by rappers
"How High?" You thought you had it all figured out
Get the car, get the truck,
the stage
MF That's a show body
She ain't got a real job
All she do is show body
Spin the murder inc
Dj call up irv gotti
Pull up to yo bitch house
Hi nice
space right now)
I usually take notes of myself
I usually only smoke by myself
I'm way too stoned to indulge With anyone else
I'm way too high
I need
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
me back no more
I get so low
But I float so high
When I feel so down and I don't know why
Gotta get by but everything a right
No love found
Just
Rolling up
Getting high
Smoking weed
Help me get by
Three A.M can't sleep
Now I'm up
Should I roll me
A joint
Should I roll me
Blunt
Lemon haze
take it, bless me wit' a high note, baby
GOD brothers, Mike Check - crush something kid
To the Rough Neck, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void,
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
I've been drinking out the bottle, Yes I've been drinking out the bottle
It's getting kind of hard to swallow, But I ain't going to hit a high note
I
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
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