(Chorus)
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my n*gg*, yeah
Bad b*tch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my n*gg*, yeah
Bad b*tch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
(Verse 1)
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 b*tch*s been 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 sh*t”
You hate when I’m off of these percs
You just can’t deal with the madness
(Chorus)
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my n*gg*, yeah
Bad b*tch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my n*gg*, yeah
Bad b*tch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
(Verse 2)
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 n*gg*s 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 f*ck*d up (baby, I’m f*ck*d 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
(Chorus)
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my n*gg*, yeah
Bad b*tch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my n*gg*, yeah
Bad b*tch, imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
(Verse 3)
Ay
New Pirelli ’bout to count the millions, I ain’t trippin’, my n*gg*
The come up breadin’ all the hate, so you look at me differently, n*gg*
f*ck a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my n*gg* (give me my word)
Play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, n*gg*
I give a f*ck ’bout a scene b*tch (f*ck all these hoes)
I’m from the block, I done seen it before
I made my funds on some clean sh*t
I’m off some Hov and Bean sh*t, yeah
Where have you been?
You ain’t workin’, play the bench, yeah
Cop a burger for my b*tch, yeah
Need a Prezi 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 b*tch*s 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 high now, yeah
