Real, real, real, real, real, real high
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woah, oh, woah, woah, woah)
I put all my drugs in a designer bag
(Woah)
Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin′, yeah
Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah
(Shorty want a Perc′)
Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah
(Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, woah
(I was higher than Jesus)
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah
(I just took two pills, woah)
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah, woah
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woah
(Oh, oh, oh)
I been stretchin' shit out like I′m on a beach, woah
(Oh, oh, oh)
I′ma strеtch the brick out, get it A to Z, woah
(Oh, oh, oh)
Get it for thе low, get it to the street
(Oh, oh, oh)
Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see
(Woah, pay me top, cheese, cheese)
I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off"
I put all my BMs on paper so they won′t talk
I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk
I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars
I′ll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple—
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, woah
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woah
I can′t get enough of doggin' a ho out shit
Fuck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch
My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit
′Til the gun click, I don′t post 'em, put ′em in no pics
Writer(s): Dwan Avery, Lucas Depante, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nothingto$ay, Paul Beauregard
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