Lil Keed, Gunna - High End lyrics

Gucci, I'ma real drip
I got rubber band stacks in my hand
Percocet 10, yeah, a nigga gettin' higher
I catch when I land
223's, yeah, this stick shoot flames
Guarantee it''ll rip their shirts and their
Pants
She gon' bust down, and the Rollie bust down
Know a nigga livin' high-end
And it's too loud when I
Roll the window down
I didn't even hear what y'all said
It's a lot of OG's and a
Lot of big dawgs, all bite, no barkin'
I don't even do the beef
If a nigga want smoke we'll be
The first one to spark it
They talkin' 'bout number
They talkin' 'lotta commas
No puncture, I'm all in

Uh, I'm a tight nigga, stay fleek
Pink stripe Pradas with the crease
High Tec in the sweet tea
Rolls in the back of my teeth
You see 'em when I speak
You the type to ask for a ride
You ain't got a car
Know you need to find a job
Heard trap trap need a star
You ain't got a blog
You'll be the first to get robbed
First off, fuck the police
They want us on a leash
I ain't goin' for it at all
Your hoe love when I give her D
I fuck her 'til she sleep
I've been tryin' to avoid the mall
Sittin' in the tub, I let her wash it off
A ton of Margiela, that's a stylish walk
Location got a M in the vault
Superstar Gunna on Jimmy Kimmel

Gucci, I'ma real drip
I got rubber band stacks in my hand
Percocet 10, yeah, a nigga gettin' higher
I catch when I land
223's, yeah, this stick shoot flames
Guarantee it''ll rip their shirts
And their pants
She gon' bust down, and the Rollie bust down
Know a nigga livin' high-end
And it's too loud when I
Roll the window down
I didn't even hear what y'all said
It's a lot of OG's and a
Lot of big dawgs, all bite, no barkin'
I don't even do the beef
If a nigga want smoke we'll be
The first one to spark it
They talkin' 'bout number
They talkin' 'lotta commas
No puncture, I'm all in

Yeah, bitch you know I'm all in, yeah
Blue cheese on me, no rent, yeah
Yell with some sticks, Tarzan
Slidin' in the MG truck, no van
Shootin' at you and your crew (Uh, uh)
Balmain my pants and boots (Balmain, Balmain)
More than two thousand on shoes
But, I'm spending more on her boobs (Woo)
Yeah, cop the Lamb' truck just to joyride
Set him up in his life (Set him up)
Big knots and my pants too tight (Big knots)
Get him off a kite pour I pop, no Sprite
Tried to rob me don't try (Don't try)
I show up and I pay the full price
Got big, A1 overnight

Gucci, I'ma real drip
I got rubber band stacks in my hand
Percocet 10, yeah, a nigga gettin' higher
I catch when I land
223's, yeah, this stick shoot flames
Guarantee it''ll rip their shirts
And their pants
She gon' bust down, and the Rollie bust down
Know a nigga livin' high-end
And it's too loud when I
Roll the window down
I didn't even hear what y'all said
It's a lot of OG's and a
Lot of big dawgs, all bite, no barkin'
I don't even do the beef
If a nigga want smoke we'll be
The first one to spark it
They talkin' 'bout number
They talkin' 'lotta commas
No puncture, I'm all in