highest on the corner

[Chorus]
No one on the corner get high like us
I got bits for the buzz and- and no love for these sluts, no
Margiela Futures, sittin' on the cheetah-print rug
I- I- I ain't have a four-leaf clover, we're not relyin' on luck, yo
Steppin' out the venue, she ask for a photo
Fit, it cost a couple bags, but it got no logo
Told my brudda hit the booth for me, he still trap out a Volvo
I'm solo, I need a couple lines then I'll feel well

[Verse 1]
Now I'm so high, smellin' like some Givenchy and Kush, When I roll by
If I fucked your girl then she's chattin' 'bout some soul ties
Ay, she like dizzle, green and she like the coke high
Woke up, foreign city, when you woke up you were still lit (Hah)
Ain't nobody gonna get me there I’ll get me there myself
And big sis just had some just had some kids, I'm tryna show them both the world
This shit all about experience, I'll get it through the world
If nece-Fendi, time will tell
Time will tell (Huh), time will tell (Huh)
What's nece-Fendi, time will tell
Time will tell, time will tell, huh

[Verse 2]
Wakin' up, I'm on the come down
And I know she want a lot, she keep on textin', I'm tryin' not give her the run round
Fuckin' when the sun down, until it's comin' up
She said she not a party girl but she like party drugs

[Chorus]
No one on the corner get high like us
I got bits for the buzz and- and no love for these sluts, no
Margiela Futures, sittin' on the cheetah-print rug
I- I- I ain't have a four-leaf clover, we're not relyin' on luck, yeah
Steppin' out the venue, she ask for a photo
Fit, it cost a couple bags, but it got no logo
Told my brudda hit the booth for me, he still trap out a Volvo
I'm solo, I need a couple lines then I'll feel well
Now I'm so high

[Bridge]
Uh, yeah, I'm so high
I'm Lil Fendi from the A, but you already know that
If you're talkin' 'shrooms or dizzle, baby know I sell that
Every time I don't hit up her phone this shawty so mad (Shawty so mad)
Yeah, yeah, she so mad
I hit the shotta throw the tose' in the back of the cabby
When you're flexin' how I'm flex, feel like they don't understand
[?] Irish from my bitch it's the fabrics

[Verse 3]
I'ma jugg, jugg, jugg, I make the pack do a backflip
Now you would if you could, but this life you can't hack it
I'ma flex just like Nike tick
They come to me the manifest
This bitch got curly hair, she's fit, and she's tryna see the way I live
See the way I live, see the way I'm flexin'
Every day I wake up, get some bands ain't nothin' less
Got these packs on go, and they aren't comin' back
And your trap's too slow, and you ain't go no stacks
And she never met nobody doin' it like me and that's a fact
She say, “You funny and you handsome and I like the way you rap” (She say, “You funny and you handsome and I like the way you rap”)