Highlife

She don’t even smoke like that
But she wanna try my drugs
Everything just adds up
Niggas need to bag her
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
I feel like Jodeci baby
R&B nigga in his prime time
Young FRVR pull up in night time
Young FRVR be in your timeline
I turn your bitch to a groupie
I turn your script to a movie
I turn your sauce to a smoothie
I turn my pan to a uzi (That's right)
Might get blood on the white tee
Gotta get rid of my rivals
You can get popped if you try to
I’m coming for your vitals and your title
Money, cash cash, money vital
Money cash fast, money cycle
She just want drugs and the vinyls
She want my drugs, drugs, drugs
She want my drugs
She want my drugs
She want my drugs, drugs, drugs
I just wanna live a highlife
I just wanna live a fast life
My life faker than a sci-fi
Faker than your eyesight
They want me to get a major (yeah shit)
I might get it later
They want Friday in a crater
I want Friday on a freighter
I guess they can’t see what I see
They can’t be what I be
Traded my sneakers for keys
I might show you the keys for free
(I might show you the keys for free
I might show you the keys for free)
(Show you the keys for free)