H1-L0Z

Uh, huh, yeah
Ain’t going out sad bout none of these hoes
I walk in my closet just put on some clothes
Yes, im smoking high but i’m selling lows
(yes, im smoking high but i’m selling lows)
Yeaaa, they know how i get when i get in that mode
First I get high then I rock out the show
After the show man i’m calling yo hoe
After yo hoe count up cash with my bro
(After yo hoe count up cash with my bro, after the show man i’m calling yo hoe)
Yeaaaah
Baccarat on me bitch i’m smelling good
I caught me a splinter , Drakey got the wood
I think bout you still nigga it’s still free Wood
I roll me a paper don’t want me no wood
Yeah, you would do what i can if you motherfucking could
Just like a motor i’m still in the hood
Not worried bout nothing, my family good
I’m feeling like Druski I’m misunderstood
Po up some lean and i get chopped and screw
I’m high out the world when i’m thinking bout you
That Glock by my side I’m not worried bout you
Them racks coming in and they all blue
(Them racks coming in and they all blue)
Ain’t going out sad bout none of these hoes
I walk in my closet just put on some clothes
Yes, im smoking high but i’m selling lows
(yes, im smoking high but i’m selling lows)
Yeaaa, they know how i get when i get in that mode
First I get high then I rock out the show
After the show man i’m calling yo hoe
After yo hoe count up cash with my bro
(After yo hoe count up cash with my bro, after the show man i’m calling yo hoe, after the show man I’m calling yo hoe, after the show man i’m calling yo hoe)