High Grade

High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my nigga, yeah Bad bitch, I'ma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my nigga, yeah Bad bitch, I'ma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah Relationships start to get borin' The one that you call in the mornin' Your friends, they don't look the same You got a thing for my pain Truly, I'm feelin' the vibe I do this, I don't got the time For all of the calls and the texting All of the bitchin' and stressin' I bet that you wasn't around I bet that you look for me now When I needed somethin' to love I ain't have nobody to love Spendin' your time in the club I'm like, "F*ck all this rap shit" You hate when I'm off of these Percs You just can't deal with the madness High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my nigga, yeah Bad bitch, I'ma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my nigga, yeah Bad bitch, I'ma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah I got the city on ten City on fire since I dropped a tape My momma need a new Benz Can't f*ck with none of these snakes Make sure my niggas is straight They got some food on they plates (you know) I got some things on my mind (whoa) I know you got what it takes Baby, I'm fucked up (baby, I'm fucked up) Baby, I lucked out (baby, I lucked out) Baby, I love ya (baby, I love ya) Just can't trust ya (just can't trust ya) I been tryna find the time I been tryna find the wave Girl, I wish that I could stay There ain't nothin' left to say High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my nigga, yeah Bad bitch, I'ma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my nigga, yeah Bad bitch, I'ma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah Ay New Pirelli 'bout to count the millions, I ain't trippin', my nigga The come up breadin' all the hate, so you look at me differently, nigga F*ck a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my nigga (give me my word) Play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, nigga I give a f*ck 'bout a scene bitch (f*ck all these hoes) I'm from the block, I done seen it before I made my funds on some clean shit I'm off some Hov and Bean shit, yeah Where have you been? You ain't workin', play the bench, yeah Cop a burger for my bitch, yeah Need a Presi for the wrist, yeah I told my momma I copped her a 'Rari Momma, I'm sorry, it should've been sooner I got a girl and I ain't tryna ruin her Shoutout to all of the bitches that blew it I got you feelin' the change (yeah) Now you wonder where I been Now it's like back in the day Baby, I ain't seen you since, yeah Fadeaway, feelins' fade away (woo) Hoop earrin' like I'm Michael J Bullet holes in the windows (woo) Lost some homies man, it hurtin' still I might just pull up in drops now She gave me top with the top down I blow the herb out the sunroof (woo) Phone ringin' cause I'm hot now, yeah