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[Intro]
Yeah (I...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I love you)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Let's go, let's go

[Chorus]
H-High as fuck, yeah, t-two poles in the function
I'm- I'm so high, can't function
R-R-Run down, bitch, we gunnin'
L-Lil' hoe say she love it
I'm- I'm like, bitch, I love it
T-Turn her into somethin'
B-B-Bitch wan' be somethin' (How?)

[Verse 1]
Why she wanna be somethin'?
Hole in his body like a pumpkin (Damn)
Big stick and it's drummin' (Ha Ha, Drum)
W-Why she wanna be somethin'?
And I'm just tryna fuck, yeah
Kick that ho' out, she buggin' (Buggin)
Bitch, my pockets thumbin' (Thumbin)
Stick on me, I ain't jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
H-High as fuck, yeah, t-two poles in the function
I'm- I'm so high, can't function
R-R-Run down, bitch, we gunnin'
L-Lil' hoe say she love it (Yeah, yeah)
I'm- I'm like, bitch, I love it (Yeah, yeah)
T-Turn her into somethin' (Yeah)
B-B-Bitch wan' be somethin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Want some smoke? blastin', huh (Damn)
I'm rockin' high fashion (High Fashion)
I see feds, dashin' (Yeah)
Tool on my ass boy I'm dashin' (Yeah, damn)
My pockets, they the fattest (Damn)
Nigga, your pockets, they fastin' (Yeah)
I pull up, twin, we blastin'
With a bad bitch breakin' her back in (Back, yeah)
She say she love fashion (Bam)
Suck me up, hop in the Aston (Ha)
I might be a lil' classy, uh (Yeah)
Bands, shit look the fattest, yeah
She wanna lay on my mattress (Yeah)
I kinda allow her to cash in (Yeah)
I was a young nigga, I was trappin' (Huh)
Runnin' your mouth, get whacked in (Yeah)
Main bitch, I smack on her wagon (Yeah)
[?] bitch, I'm laughin' (Yeah)
He see the feds, he dashin'
Two Glocks, bitch, I ain't never lackin' (Ha)

[Chorus]
H-High as fuck, yeah, t-two poles in the function
I'm- I'm so high, can't function
R-R-Run down, bitch, we gunnin'
L-Lil' hoe say she love it
I'm- I'm like, bitch, I love it
T-Turn her into somethin'
B-B-Bitch wan' be somethin'