High Up - Yung Simmie

I come through finessing shit, he mad that I finessed his bitch

Im smoked out my blunt is lit, Im sipping drink, cup full with gin

I told the coach to put me in, cause I hate losing, I just win

So where should I begin, I drop the top, dreads in the wind

Im cruising on your block, came for the guap and your girlfriend

And nigga it won’t stop, Im on the top ain’t gotta have no friends

And you will just get shot with sniper rifles I got hit men

And Im just getting hot, I burn a nigga like a suntan

The whole world against me, Im a army but Im one man

So if you ever touch me, razor blades Imma cut your hand

I gotta sit em down, cause I swear these dudes don’t understand

I keep a four pound, I lay him down now he hella dead

I bust ya head, a pilgrim couldn’t touch my bread

Fuck the feds, I told my trap niggas break a leg, good luck

Fuck it still whip it cook it up

Its funny how they wanna eat but they ain’t cook with us

Now look at us, I heard you biting dust

Before I ever walk, man Im gon' catch the bus

Before I ever catch the bus yo bitch gon' pick me up

Before I drop yo bitch off, I bet she lick me up

Im rolling sticky stuff, while niggas plotting, tryna hit me up

Cause they can’t sit with us, we counting up, Im getting paper cuts

Got Rémy out the bottle, regular niggas get the plastic cups

Why you acting tough, your chest out nigga you ain’t buff

I bring the vest out, and tecs out and nigga you get touched

So send that text out and tell yo niggas that they better rush

I let yo girl know, that I’m finna murk her man crush

So nigga keep it real or you will get yo head bust