H00DBYAIR

Uh, you gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me

I’m fuckin’ these bitches, alright
I’m havin’ my way, alright, uh
My fingers, they motherfuckin’ tight
My eyes are open, I’m high

I can’t believe I can die
I just realized I was high
I was seventeen on the mic’
But I’m tryna be Carti’ not Mike

I’m a gigolo, ho, I bite
My whole career, they bite me
Some niggas, they thinkin’ they faster than me
Somebody should tell them they dyin’

I’m done with these niggas and dissin’
I just be pissin’, I don’t give a fuck
I’m knowin’ when you move, boy
Bitch, I’m tryna tell, your ho gon’ fuck

All you ever do is copy
All you ever do is mock
Why you talkin’ about me?
If you really got a problem
We can handle that problem
Yeah, body to body

Buffy the body
My bitch got body, Buffy the body
My bitch got body
Yeah, my bitch got body
Yeah, my bitch got body
Screech like a hyaena when I get a body

Travel the world, huh-huh, schyeah, hol’ up
On tour with your girl
And it’s not my world, it’s Mollyworld
And she’s not my girl, she’s Mali’s girl
You play with my top, get a referral
Put ’em in the smoke, you get refeered

Put ’em in a coff’, put ’em in a coff’
Put ’em in a, uh, put ’em in a, uh, put ’em in a coff’
I jump out the Lamb’ truck, she thought that I lost it
I jump off my red eye, push out, then I go to Boston

I stay with like ten thots, Austin
Everything is awesome, F-A, fuckin’ awesome
Make sure you tell them niggas, “Watch me”
They don’t know how I cross some

Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever
We just gettin’ ready for the crossover
Tell the driver he need to pull over
Let this bitch come top, then over

Nosebleed, yeah, high speed
Huh, I can get the rollover
You been actin’ funny and you fake poppin’
Yeah, just like hot soda
Y’all niggas don’t know how to grow up
I been a OG since I was younger

All of my friends are dead
Leave ’em in the cold, put ’em in the tundra
I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble
I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle
They wanted this album to be offset
But I told them, “I’m comin’ normal”

When you play this shit, wear a white tux
Young nigga, like you in a formal, ha
It’s hot, bitch, it’s scorchin
On the porch, New Yorkin’
She still tryna find Young Jordan

I was twenty-four when I had lil’ Onyx
(Then I had a daughter, I had a daughter too)
Twenty-seven when I had Eve
Now I can finally sleep

And it’s the same
It’s the same with these hoes
I let the moon
I let the moon save these hoes