Lyrics

[Intro] (Shout-out DJ Chopper, I see you, boy, ha-ha-ha) [Verse 1] Strapped with a semi, I'ma get off when I catch 'em This that kill 'em on the interstate and get off on the next exit (Skrrt) Real guns, not them Splat ones, we really wet shit (Ooh, yeah) Free Lil Meezy 'til it's backwards like I'm dyslexic (Free Lil Meezy) Them niggas ain't got no factors up in they section Rollin' Backwoods, havin' heavy laughter after we stretch 'em (Haha) Nigga better call a pastor, go and bless 'em Lil Juan got hit in the neck, huh? Fiendin' for the next one Ayy, say, bitch, Big Spider, A shit (A shit) [?] died in the ambulance, he ain't make it Ten times a thousand, that's eight grams in her basement (In her basement) Send shots through his ski mask, put holes in his shit like Jason Chase him, ball him up like paper Chopper I call "Shoota" 'cause this bitch come from Jamacia It's up in the outskirts, I heard they killin' shit in Baker Leave a ho after I get ate off, you know I can't lay off, real player [Chorus] New vibe in this shit, these are high tides (These are high tides) All that nigga drop is hits, hate when he not tryin' (Hate when he not tryin') Middle finger to the cameras 'cause the opps watchin' (Fuck 'em) And the cops watchin' (The cops watchin'), niggas say we at high tide, yeah (We at high tide) [Interlude] Ayy, I'ma just talk this shit forever, you know Nigga gon' have to stop me, you know what I'm sayin'? Nigga ain't gon' be able to stop me though, bitch Ain't nothin', I'm unstoppable, bitch, ayy, turn up [Verse 2] They say that's that label work Killed him 'cause he was in them dude's paperwork Put that Drac' to work like he in the studio tryna make a verse Turn up, I just ate a Perc', spin again, tornado Spend money on murder and make more, opps mad I'm rich and they poor Switch a bitch down, make him dance like Fabo My Glock a lyricist, make it spit like Kendrick or J. Cole Bitch, this ain't GTA, it ain't no safe mode (Nah-uh) On this nigga death date what I been waitin' for Ayy, hit they block and spin they shit with .223 Been havin' them switches, them niggas new to these, we usin' P Posted in the trenches with a tool in reach, all my jewelry on V watchin' over me, he got my back like VLONE Cut off that bullshit, put "800 Degrees" on Fans probably believe this nigga, but we don't None of these niggas want no smoke, the weed gone No back and forth like ping pong I'm a dangerous-ass creature, King Kong, bitch [Chorus] New vibe in this shit, these are high tides (These are high tides) All that nigga drop is hits, hate when he not tryin' (Hate when he not tryin') Middle finger to the cameras 'cause the opps watchin' (Fuck 'em) And the cops watchin' (The cops watchin'), niggas say we at high tide, yeah (We at high tide) [Outro] Yeah, bitch, you know what it is [?], who sayin'? You know I'm bummin', free Lil Mane This how I'm comin', bitch Ayy, turn it up, A shit, ayy Follow me now to that mill' ticket, bringin' it home Ain't puttin' on nothin' but real niggas, that's on my dawg And I put that on that Phil nigga [?], I keep that shit [?] give you chills, nigga, yeah, yeah