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High, high, getting high

Everybody getting high

Getting high

High

I just took some molly, what else?

Got some b***h from Follies with us

She gonna f**k the squad, what else?

I'mma f**k her broads, what else?

b***h from Pakistan, what up?

Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?

'Bout to f**k this club up, what else? (Get, get)

Metro Boomin' want some more n***a

I turn the Ritz into a poor house

It's like eviction number four now

Go 'head and ash it on the floor now

Girl go ahead and show me how you go down

And I feel my whole body peaking

And I'm f**king anybody with they legs wide

Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side

East coast, n***a repping North Side

Never waste a hoe's time, b***h I'm on my own time

F**k a n***a co-sign

Always change my number and my phone line

Baby girl, I don't lie

Used to have no money for a crib

Now my room service bill cost your whole life

If they try to stunt me, I go all out military

I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military

I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

'Cause I'm always repping for that low life

Repping for that low life (turn up)

Low life, low life, low life

Know I'm repping for that low, low life, yeah

(Representing, I'm representing, representing)

Said I'm repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life (I'm representing for that low life)

Said I'm repping for that low life (I'm repping, that's repping, I'm repping)

Low life, low life, low life yeah

Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water

I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter

If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry

If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry

Porsches in the valley, I got Bentleys, I got Raris

Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered

Popping tags on tags, I was starving

Bitch, I got the juice and carbon

Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse

Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out

Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion

Got my baby momma and my side b***h kissing

I turn the Ritz into a lean house

This the sixth time getting kicked out

I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous

Niggas tryna ride my f**kin' wave, now they salty

Running with the wave, get you killed quick

Shoot you in your back like you Ricky

Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife

My whole life, my whole life

'Cause I'm always repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life

Know I'm repping for that low life yeah

(Representing, I'm representing, representing)

Said I'm repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life

Said I'm repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, yeah

Yeah, they stereo-typing

'Cause they know a n***a keep ten rifles

And they know a n***a keep ten snipers

Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers

Yeah, they stereo-typing

'Cause they know a n***a keep twenty rifles

And they know a n***a keep twenty snipers

And they know a n***a keep ten wifeys

Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper

Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey

That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

Getting high, getting high, everybody getting high

Getting high, everybody getting high high

Getting high, everybody getting high

Getting high, and I'm the reason why

Getting high, getting high, everybody getting high

I just took some molly, what else?

Got some b***h from Follies with us

She gonna f**k the squad, what else?

I'mma f**k her broads, what else?

b***h from Pakistan, what up?

Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?

'Bout to f**k this club, what else?

'Bout to f**k this club, what else?