Blowin My High

(Album: The Jungle - 2019)

Bitch you blowing my high
She going bananas
I'm shipping out P's to my boy in Atlanta
These bitches say 2z, you too hard to handle
I keep it a buck when I'm on and off camera (hol'on)
If I call you a bitch, don't take the wrong manners (bitch)
Bitch I'm from Texas, that's part of my grammar
If it's up then what's up, we ain't signing no treaty (hol'on)
That little shit you flexing, we give to the needy (fuck that)
We sell out the green, my niggas sell hard
If rapping don't work come fuck with your boy
I don't pretend to be shit, bitch this how I was born
I be fucking on camera, I shoulda did porn
I remember back then, boy it was hard
Talking bout shit that we couldn't afford (aye)
That's when I turned up in that Honda Accord (aye)
I got me a little then wanted some more (aye)
Got me a little then wanted some more guap (more guap)
Still getting money my people don't know 'bout (hol'on)
Momma said, "baby you making me so proud" (aye, aye)
Book you a show, we gon' come through and show out

Aye, aye, aye, hol'on
Book you a show we gon' come through and huh-huh
Aye, aye, aye

My little cousin BJ, he love clapping pistols
Beating that pussy, I'm makin it whistle
Ain't feeling you niggas, not even a little
Fruity ass niggas be sweeter than skittles (aye)
Talking real shit when I'm writing these riddles (hol'on)
I'm my own boss, you the man in the middle
My bitch ass fat, I be watching it jiggle (boing)
Fat ass wood, bitch look like a BIC
Could've popped me a chain with the pack money (nigga)
Don't play with me nigga go play with your children
I just started getting real rap money
It's coming together, what a wonderful feeling (hol'on)
Got hoes left to right, they be calling me daddy
It be hard to pick like some hair when it's nappy (aye)
Got this shit on my own and you got it from daddy (aye)
Send my bitch to the store to get some more baggies (aye, aye, aye)
Nigga tripping
He must be off of the meth
I'm right-handed, but I shoot good with my left
Bitch tripping, she want some Prada and Louis
Little bitch didn't know, I'm a dog like Scooby (grr)
Nigga, I need it in twos, I'm 2z
Thought I was steaming, the way that bitch blew me
Spitting this shit, got me wiping up loogies
We was little kids, tryna' smoke momma doobies
When some good shit happened, it always got ruined (hol'on)
Wouldn't know how to win if it wasn't for losing (hol'on)
Didn't have a home, we was always moving (hol'on)
Didn't have a point, it was always proven (hol'on)
I'm going up like I'm jumping for tip-off (aye)
Three, two, one, watch a young nigga lift off (three, two, one)
Pulled down my pants show my ass, got 'em pissed off
Pulled down my pants show my ass, got 'em pissed off
Hold on, hold on (aye)