High As Hell

[Intro: YN Que]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Damn, okay

[Verse 1: YN Que]
Forty-five feet in the sky, boy, we high as hell
Just woke up in Miami, got me hot as hell
Just ran into an Italian with a mop for sale
Yeah, I'm in the palm trees
I was stuck deep in the trenches, man, I had to leave
Bro booked a flight to Miami and I had to see
Yeah, I'm talkin' Coochie Land
At the studio with chopsticks, I'm in sushi land
Bitch buttnaked in the room, I'm in hoochie land
Back to back Scat on rims, I'm in Rucci land (Wait, wait, wait)
I feel a calm breeze
Bitch chokin' all on my dick, let my balls breathe (Okay)
Tryna make my way to an M, let us all eat (Goddamn)
Thick bitch with small ankles— (What the fuck?)
Thick bitch with small ankles, she got small feet

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Hah, hah
Bitch suckin' dick— ahh
Bitch suckin' dick on all fours, she got dog feet
Bitch walked in with hairy toes, she got paw feet
Chase a nigga with my shades on, look like Blade Runnin'
Night timе, all-black outfit, look like Blade Runnin'
I can see you tryna stop my shine, I see— ah
I can see you tryna— hеy
I can see you tryna stop my shine, I see shade comin'
Throwin' money in the club, I see rain comin'
Chest shot hit him in his heart, I feel pain comin'
Freak bitch tryna give me head, I feel brain comin' (Nyah)

[Verse 3: Don Perrion]
New location for the spot, but I'm still on the L with it
Tell the truth, I can't trust you if you tell business
Love my mama and my granny, I'ma keep my distance
Yeah, I really rap my life, I'm still in the trenches
Man, it's really niggas pillow talkin' to the bitches
And we still hit 'em, that make you look silly
My uncle was the snowman, I never met Jeezy
I'll trap them bitches out and then toss the Yeezys
My line up and runnin', jumpin' like a beeper
I done made bitches tap out on ten fingers
It's some shit I cannot say, I'ma keep a secret
These dubs lookin' light 'cause these bitches sticky