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