High Tunes

Up getting high round 7 am

And my girl start bitching about my friends

Because last night niggas was going to fuck in

I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10

Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago

Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes

What I'm most comfortable in, like khaki cargos

Monte Carlo, When I think of somewhere to go

I scan barcodes trying to see what it's hittin for

Slamming my car door too hard, you can't ride with me no more

I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes

Word to the homie wacko, they fucking with me natural

Factual, though your bitches go, hannibal

Tryna eat a nigga alive, that's what this rap shit do

Then police is after you, niggas getting mad at you

Jetlife, from this high I can't see shit that matter to you

Ah, you trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to

I try to be the man I did more and I plan to do

I did my thing I snatched it before they could handed to

Earthquake motor the road I'm doing damage too

The paint of murder, the doors are suicide fool

You may die, no lie, and this is very true

I'm online like the dot com

Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison

Locked in, though I gotta be out of my mind

I'm parked, I'm sparked, I'm chillin, you can burn with me

But them niggas gotta stay outside

Diamond in the back, sunroof

Counting up a stack in the drive-thru

Bass slapping, what the G's ride to

Wonder what this is, high tunes

Diamond in the back, sunroof

Counting up a stack, when I ride through

I gotta fifty sack in my shoe

You know what this is

Diamond in the back, sunroof

Counting up a stack in the drive-thru

Bass slapping, what the G's ride to

Wonder what this is,

Wonder what this is, High Tunes fool