How High

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Grr
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
How high can you get? How high?
Can you jump? Bend over to the side? (Side)
How fly can I get? How fly?
'Bout to get dressed in the sky (Sky)
How low can you go? Can you whine?
Gonna pour up behind (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
Woo (Ha)
Can I control it? Drive, can I reverse and whine?
Can we converse in the Cullinan 'cause the interior matching your eyes? (Eyes)
Can we rehearse this dance move? I'm tryna shake her legs right now
Its about 10, I'm switching my vibe (Ha)
By 11, goodbye (Goodbye, grr, hm)
Tell them niggas good riddance
I'ma split the balance, I'ma spread the difference (Phew)
I'ma show the difference, I'ma come split 'em
I'ma get the camera, I'ma shoot the image
I'ma shoot you, I will while I'm spinning
I'ma take the eye, she gon' tell me I watched it miss (Woo)
Porches in the driveway and they fallin' in love, they kissin' (Mwah)
Sitting back, wondering how I'm winning, I ain't even in competition
It must be the women, the money, the cars, it's constant repetition (Ha, ha)
She wanna come and persuade the boss, come and stand on a mission (Grr, yeah-yeah, woo)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
How high can you get? How high?
Can you jump? Bend over to the side? (Side)
How fly can I get? How fly?
'Bout to get dressed in the sky
How low can you go? Can you whine?
Gonna pour up behind

[Verse 2: Len]
How low? How low?
Bad ho tryna touch her toes
I know that throat hitting like a xylophone
O-open that mouth, takin' all of my soul, I know
Egyptian ho, Cairo, hold on
Red carpet with the fire on me, got the weapon on me (Pew-pew)
Henny on the rocks, I ain't sipping no tea
Henny in the morning, Hennything is possible
White ho with the red hair, Kim Possible
Take my roster, I already done 'em all
Money tall, same diamonds as Henry the Eighth, historical
Smoke diabolical
She give me brain, she so psychological
I got the flavours, I got the snow and all
Sniff, sniff, niggas wanna take a whiff, shit then
Big, like look at my wrist (Tch-tch, ah, tch-tch, ah)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
How high can you get? How high?
Can you jump? Bend over to the side?
How fly can I get? How fly?
'Bout to get dressed in the sky
How low can you go? Can you whine? (Ha)
Gonna pour up behind