Too Damn High lyrics

[Chorus: K Suave]
Damn, b*tch i'm too damn high
Yeah, she keep tryna stay the night with me I told her "bye"
Damn, racks they coming in
Gotta keep a gun on my hip
I don't remember what car I was in
Cause I keep on switching whips
Yeah, if your b*tch come to the kickback she getting hit
I ain't gone make no diss song n*gga imma pull up with the stick
Damn, the choppa on me going brazy
When i'm hitting she say it's amazing
Make her climb up the rope like it's P.E
She keep blowing me up tryna see me

[Verse 1: Tristan Dior]
Imma pull up with a stick
Ain't tryna make no diss song I got shooters that get you hit
Damn, I got geeked off one sip
It's a new years, her friend wanna f*ck
Me and Slayer Montana, wе ran it up
In a top floor party, drugs in my cup
Yeah, your b*tch front row tryna f*ck on us
AR-15 in a big black truck
Got sticks on me you can't take my sh*t
Damn, I ain't gonе say too much we pull up in foreign whips
I ain't gone say too much got rackaids in the bank and they look legit
[Chorus: K Suave]
Damn, b*tch i'm too damn high
Yeah, she keep tryna stay the night with me I told her "bye"
Damn, racks they coming in
Gotta keep a gun on my hip
I don't remember what car I was in
Cause I keep on switching whips
Yeah, if your b*tch come to the kickback she getting hit
I ain't gone make no diss song n*gga imma pull up with the stick
Damn, the choppa on me going brazy
When i'm hitting she say it's amazing
Make her climb up the rope like it's P.E
She keep blowing me up tryna see me

[Verse 2: Freddy Flacko]
Walk in that b*tch and i'm rocking Rick
I got 3 freak hoes and they all on my di*k
She never been in the back of the Rolls truck, I told her i'm him
All of my n*ggas on go, your car get flipped
Model hoe wanna f*ck on me and the gang, i'm already hip
I'm in the club with a K on me and imma go straight to the V.I.P
I'm in the hood with bands on me
I just pulled up with xans on me
I got Cartier lens on me
I got that hoe in the back of the 'bach and she tryna take my pants off me
[Chorus: K Suave]
Damn, b*tch i'm too damn high
Yeah, she keep tryna stay the night with me I told her "bye"
Damn, racks they coming in
Gotta keep a gun on my hip
I don't remember what car I was in
Cause I keep on switching whips
Yeah, if your b*tch come to the kickback she getting hit
I ain't gone make no diss song n*gga imma pull up with the stick
Damn, the choppa on me going brazy
When i'm hitting she say it's amazing
Make her climb up the rope like it's P.E
She keep blowing me up tryna see me

[Verse 3: Slayer Montana]
I get so high I start reading the room out
Got me a bad ass b*tch she keep texting my phone
She tryna come figure out my whereabouts
I texted her back i'm out in Miami i'm chilling with the hoes out on South Beach
I'm on a big ass jet with a whole lot of b*tches around me
If I f*ck this b*tch real good one time I know she gone call my line
I'm f*cking this hoe from the back and i'm breaking her spine
I nutted in her face and I made her go blind
[?] when i'm all in her mind
I'm killing her thighs like criminal minds
It's like 7 A.M. and I just ran through a pint
Just popped me 2 10's girl I gotta catch me a flight
She want me to stay and pop on these percs I think she wanna die
[Chorus: K Suave]
Damn, b*tch i'm too damn high
Yeah, she keep tryna stay the night with me I told her "bye"
Damn, racks they coming in
Gotta keep a gun on my hip
I don't remember what car I was in
Cause I keep on switching whips
Yeah, if your b*tch come to the kickback she getting hit
I ain't gone make no diss song n*gga imma pull up with the stick
Damn, the choppa on me going brazy
When i'm hitting she say it's amazing
Make her climb up the rope like it's P.E
She keep blowing me up tryna see me