"Highs And Lows" lyrics
(feat. Reed & 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
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
