Highs and Lows - Wiki, Hunnaloe

Yo, check, check, check

Y’eard

(DJ)

Tamarind juice with the guava, good zaza

Shit you smoke bust your whole

Can’t keep playing, you gon' be stuck where you stayin' at

I can’t relax til my mom in a mansion, I’ma be in Paris dancing

Algerian bitch, my plan’s to get rich, stack up chips

Ruth’s Chris, Remmy on ice, roll the dice

got the Grateful Dead patches

Shit I’m rocking have Jerry Garcia laughing

Basking in the sun in Aspen before I hit the slopes

Your shorty take a sniff of coke

Start singing notes, highs and lows

Park the sport by the lake

The flow make them conversate

No hate towards their face

Give 'em blue cheese

The Runtz got 'em speaking Japanese

The Ahki up the street where the fiends be

Cameras on just in case a nigga try to G me

Ten G’s busting out the cards, move packs

Money coming in back to back

Know what I mean

(You said that you love me)

Ight

I see you Hunna

Yo, what up Reed?

(And now you love)

Look, I got you

Look, uh, uh

I just let it go, let 'em have it

Ain’t no method to my madness

Stayed in the section with the baddest biddies on the planet

When Wiki handed mics, you know he gon' kick it candid

Live outlandish, handsome behind the fitted

A mix of Mick and Latin, he don’t speak a lick of Spanish

I blame my frickin' parents but it’s my fault, a bitchproduct of sittin' staring

Not doing shit but when I spit went nuts like frickin' Karen, isn’t it apparent?

Respect my merit whether in the crib or running errands

Never took advantage when advances shit been given chances

See it at a different vantage, sick and damaged

But don’t get it twisted, shit, the kid can manage

(You said that you love me

And now you love another baby)

It’s all good, fuck it