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 fuckin' these bitches, alright I'm havin' my way, alright, uh My fingers, they muhfuckin' 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' But I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite My whole career, they bite me Some niggas, they thinkin' they faster 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 fuck I'm knowin' when you move, boy Bitch, I'm tryna tell, your ho gon' fuck 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 Buffy the body, my bitch got body, Buffy the body My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body Screech like a hyaena when I get a body Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol' up On tour with your girl And it's not my world, it's Mollyworld And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl You play with my top, get a referral Put 'em in smoke, you get refeered Put 'em in a coff', put 'em in a coff' Put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a coff' 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, Austin Everything is awesome, F-A, fuckin' awesome Make sure you tell them niggas: Watch me They don't know how I cross some Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch 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 Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle They wanted this album to be offset, but I told them: I'm comin' normal When you play this shit, wear a white tux', young nigga, like you in a formal, ha It's hot, bitch, 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 I let the sun I let the sun save these hoes I let the moon I let the moon save these hoes