Huh, huh, huh huh
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
Just hit my line
You tryna get high
Just hit my line
Just hit my line
R.I.P triple nine
They ask me what I'm wearing, bitch if six was nine
Rick Owens on my feet and on my mind
Its on my feet and on my mind
Don't even hit my phone, you gon' get that decline
She did me wrong, must be a sign
Told myself get that bag and you'll be fine
If a opp nigga try me he gon meet this nine
Already know a vamp nigga from the five
I'm Mojo Jojo with this fye
Last nigga try me nigga flatlined
Sad case, left that nigga mama crying
Sad case, left that nigga body rioting
I don't know why they try me
Dej Loaf ima have to catch a body
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high
You tryna get high