"High Preacher" lyrics

[billi0n:]
White gold bitch, white—
Baby, uh
Uh

White gold bitch, white heaven-sent
White Rolls bitch, black excellence
Why those niggas stay with pedaling?
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
Poor pastor, we shouldn't left a man dead
Poor pastor, we bringin' down the addy

High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'

You don't know my pain, yeah, you don't know my pain, yeah
Ay, hope my brother been prada' me, I been dripped out rockin' designer
And I'm ridin' with the family, jumped out the coupe with a lil' peach collar
And I'm writin' up checks, I ride with the set, flex on lil' mama
And I ride wit' the best drugs, swing a lil' percocet, call 'em, "Miss Problem"
And I got the young niggas flexed up, ridin' in a Tesla, turning that Wock' up
This a combustible system, I know you could hear it

High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'

[Tezzus:]
Poor bastard, we shoulda' let a man jump
I apologize, I let primal drive
I apologize, I let primal drive him, mm

[billi0n:]
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
High preacher, I need ya', I need ya'
You don't my pain yea, you don't know my pain yea
Ay, hope my brother been prada' me, I been dripped out rockin' designer