High lights I need every bad bitch up in Equinox We only makin' the highlights Tell my baby I'm back in town Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights I need to know right now if you a freak or not I wanna know

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!) And turned this bitch into a burial Hold up, this the game, it chose us Pioneer, started on my corner like the cold crush Had smokers linin' up the block like a gold rush The

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She rollin' with me Because I'm a king Bitch I'm a king

Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that (that way) I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy) My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (bling) Diamonds for her in the back (blaow) Hit that lil' bitch from the back (she stacked) Ask

Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a