Higher Than Him lyrics

by

Lil Darkie


[Verse 1: Eddison & Lil Darkie]
Yeah (Yeah)
I be down with it (Yeah)
Off a xan with it (Yeah)
n*gga, I'll be damned, 'cause I'm damned with it
I been with my fam, that's my gang, it's the same difference
Yeah, I'm in the face with it
I know you suck (Geeks)
I know you suck (Geeks)
I know you suck (Geeks)
I know you suck
I stay on beat, ay, honestly (Yeah)
I'm so high like how god be (Ay)
I'm so high, b*tch, I can't see
b*tch I'm so- uh (Geeked), I'm so- uh (Geeked), I'm so- uh (Geeked), I'm so- yeah
This brand new dope ain't sh*t to me
Ain't none of this sh*t sh*t to me
Ain't none of this sh*t sh*t to me
Your wife is just a b*tch to me
So rich, you cannot sit with me
I'm sh*ttin' on you literally
Your b*tch tryna have dinner with me
No, we can't do that, uh, we can't do that
Hе shipped the pack, and I sent it right back
I'm in this b*tch and I camе through the back (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Smokin' on sh*t that you won't ever touch, if you smokin' a dutch, I don't trust you, my n*gga
Can't f*ck with n*ggas that pus*y, they pushin' my buttons, you trippin' for nothin' my n*gga
Livin' rent free like I'm homeless, but I put a bag on that b*tch when I wanna count figures
Figured you hate me, you jealous, the crew implyin' they killas and fellons my n*gga
I had a crib in LA but it- ha. ha. ha
We know we see n*ggas
A lot of n*ggas hate me but they not sh*t, I'm focused on green, n*gga
I'm in the crib off the lean, can't f*ck with no B n*gga
Doin' a tour overseas for some European n*ggas

[Verse 3: Christ Dillinger]
I walk in this b*tch like Jason Statham
Smokin' on cookie, my eyes lookin' Asian
Haters, they look, and I know that they hatin'
Louis on me, b*tch I'm lookin' amazin'
I'm dressin' real fly, you look hella regular
Diamonds on me and they lookin' irregular
You date little girls, you are a predator
If I want a video I hit Troy The Editor
I'm Christ D, hoes wanna f*ck
Just spilled my cup, n*gga that's three hundred bucks
You just dropped a video and no one gives a f*ck
Sherbinski weed, I'm breakin' it up
Rick Owens, both feet
My bars, straight heat
pus*y lil n*ggas, they wanna be me
When I hop out the jet, my feet got double C's
b*tch, I'm doin' a show, and my bag Louis V
Spider Gang take the stage and your b*tch, she gon' scream
I got white hoes on both knees
Your transportation, both feet
Rick Owen jeans, I do not wear no T's
Bought your b*tch Michael Kors, you can't get Louis V
I'm doin' a show, and they screamin' my name
My name's not Jesus Christ, I cannot save a dame
I'm higher than him, pull out my di*k, finna bust on her chin
[Outro: Lil Darkie & Christ Dillinger]
(*Horrific autotune screeching/singing*)
n*gga
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