| Ha, yeah |
| Yeah, uh-huh, ha, uh-huh |
| (Y'all are now tunin' into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga) |
| Uh, ayy, uh-huh |
| Yeah, uh-huh, hold on, uh-huh (Artist, Artist) |
| I’m too high, yeah, I can’t steer |
| I’m too high, yeah, I can’t hear |
| I’m too high, yeah, out of here |
| Too high, made the Hellcat flip |
| Straight to the trap when I signed my deal |
| Niggas say they the opps 'til they get killed |
| Now he on TV like Dr. Phil |
| I know some niggas, yeah, they down to slide |
| Switch on the Glock and it sound like a riot |
| Better stop reachin', lil' bitch, don’t try it |
| Soon as he try it, we send him to God |
| Soon as he try it, we send him to Hell |
| All of my niggas, we goin' to Hell |
| Second day out, I ain’t had no bail |
| Soon as I got in, I was out on bail |
| Yeah, soon as I got in, I was out on bail |