Yung Simmie - High Up lyrics

[Verse 1] I come through finessing sh**, he mad that I finessed his b**h Im smoked out my blunt is lit, Im sipping drink, cup full with gin I told the coach to put me in, cause I hate losing, I just win So where should I begin, I drop the top, dreads in the wind Im cruising on your block, came for the guap and your girlfriend And n***a it won't stop, Im on the top ain't gotta have no friends And you will just get shot with sniper rifles I got hit men And Im just getting hot, I burn a n***a like a suntan The whole world against me, Im a army but Im one man So if you ever touch me, razor blades Imma cut your hand I gotta sit em down, cause I swear these dudes don't understand I keep a four pound, I lay him down now he hella dead I bust ya head, a pilgrim couldn't touch my bread f** the feds, I told my trap n***as break a leg, good luck f** it still whip it cook it up Its funny how they wanna eat but they ain't cook with us Now look at us, I heard you biting dust Before I ever walk, man Im gon' catch the bus Before I ever catch the bus yo b**h gon' pick me up Before I drop yo b**h off, I bet she lick me up Im rolling sticky stuff, while n***as plotting, tryna hit me up Cause they can't sit with us, we counting up, Im getting paper cuts Got Rémy out the bottle, regular n***as get the plastic cups Why you acting tough, your chest out n***a you ain't buff I bring the vest out, and tecs out and n***a you get touched So send that text out and tell yo n***as that they better rush I let yo girl know, that I'm finna murk her man crush So n***a keep it real or you will get yo head bust