Uh, you gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

I'm ******’ these *******, alright

I'm havin' my way, alright, uh

My fingers, they muh******’ tight

My eyes are open, I'm high

I can't believe I can die

I just realized I was high

I was seventeen on the mic'

I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike

I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite

My whole career, thеy bitin'

Some niggas, they thinkin' they fastеr than me

Somebody should tell them they dyin’

I’m done with these niggas and dissin'

I just be pissin’, I don't give a ****

I know I'm on your mood board

*****, I'm tryna tell, your ho gon’ ****?

All you ever do is copy, all you ever do is mock

Why you talkin' about me?

If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body

Buffie the body, my ***** got body, Buffie the body

My ***** got body, yeah, my ***** got body, yeah, my ***** got body

She screech like a hyaena when I get her body

Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol' up

On tour with your girl

And it's not my world, it's Mali world

And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl

You play with my top, get a referral

Put him in a smoke, he **

Put 'em in a coffin, put 'em in a coffin

Put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a coffin

I jump out the Lamb' truck, she thought that I lost it

I jump off my red eye, push out, then I go to Boston

I stay with like ten thots often

Everything is awesome, F-A, ******* Awesome

Make sure you tell them niggas, "Watch me"

They don't know how I cross over

Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover

Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this ***** come top, then over

Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover

You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda

Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been a OG since I was younger

All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra

I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble

I was just in Texas with Aliyah, her ***** a jungle

They wanted this album to be offset, but I told them, "I'm comin' normal"

When you play this ****, wear a white tux', young nigga, like you in a formal, hot

It's hot, *****, it's scorchin'

On the porch, New Yorkin'

She still tryna find young Jordan

I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx

(Then I had a daughter, I had a daughter too)

Twenty-seven when I had Yves

Now I can finally sleep