High

Look listen I get you knocked out your shoes These bitches they picking They pick and they choose yeah That bitch a Thot I tell her kick rocks since she thinking shit cool yeah I got a Glock that like to pop so don't make it on the news yeah I got a clue that even blues clues couldn't even go and figure He rocking Tommy ain't getting no figures Bitch in her place she know I'm that nigga Run up the digits I count with my niggas I been through a lot I smoke for the pain Pain! I get high for the, pain, I get high, for the pain, I get high, for the pain, I get high, for The pain, I get high, for the Pain! Swisher sweet no pussy pink Yes I ride in SRT's Cops on my ass ain't no catching me Drugs in my system getting harder to speak No jimmy, no Tyler I play with the heat I'm riding round solo the Glock on the seat What you purchasing nigga don't come with receipts This really yo bitch she laying on me It's take off time I'm hitting the gas Fucking her raw stuck the thumb in her ass When I take it lil nigga you not getting it back Got a room full of bitches they play with the racks Backshots crazy I'm grabbing her tracks I'm seeing the plan I follow the map She play with her kitty she throwing it back I stopped on my grind but you know I relapsed Bitches be devious Yo hate I'm receiving it But I won't let it take me off my grind I'm just getting started I'm making my shine My apologies mama if I'm making you cry