Highlights

Lyrics

[Intro] (Okay) [Verse] I feel just like the Inspector, whippin' out a gadget Baby, I'm a star, I kinda feel like Patrick (Star) Niggas tellin' stories, it ain't even accurate I'ma stack my money 'til it's taller than Hagrid 5'8" but they gon' treat me like I'm 6'6" When we done, I'm like a teacher, she get dismissed (Bye) If we catch him in the field, it's a hit stick (Boom) What do you got on? That is not drip (What the fuck?) Flyer than a pilot in a cockpit (Fly) Why the fuck you cuff her? She is not shit (Why?) Heard you had the rock but you got ripped (Damn) Go ahead and shoot your shot, she gon' block it (Fuck on) What you bringin' to the table? I can cater You ain't doin' somеthin' right if you ain't got a hater Always on some shit but you ain't nevеr on no paper I just need a bitch that hold me down, be my anchor I like my money blue, I'm chasin' Sonic (Come here) You talkin' big money but ain't got it (Lame) Sick you left the heat go and dry jects Six hundred dollar shirt, this some different fabric Always with my dog, I feel like Shaggy Get her what she want like her daddy (Okay) Can't believe she ugly with a fatty (Damn) Diamonds yellow, it look like a taxi I'm not finna fight, not finna rumble with you (Bitch) Boy, you broke as hell and can't nobody fix you Damn, bae, you really colder in an igloo You should come and be my lil' popsicle She a lil' freak but she act mean (She a freak) Hatin' on a nigga is not my thing (It's not) Catch me on the green like a topping All you do is talk, you like Mike Breen You know who you say you are, I see the bitch in you (I see it) Freak bitch play with balls, look at how she dribble (Damn, okay) Chop holdin' Joe Swansons, I'ma leave him crippled You get money and spend it, I'm tryna make mines tripple Tryna make a triple double, Oscar Robertson Listen to that nigga Dee, you can learn a lot from him (No cap) I've been fightin' demons like the Conjuring When I got behind, she threw it back and got to hollerin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Hollerin' like she done caught the Holy Ghost (Fuck) Unky on the block, he workin' from the post You can't ride this wave, go get another boat Freak bitch want me to record her just like a show (Okay) I've been ballin' for a minute, check my highlights Triple-S's on my toes, these is not Mikes Baby scared she gon' get left so she gon' act right I'm either talkin' shit or just my life All you do is bark, you do not bite (Lame) Go and catch these slugs, I do not fight (Grrah) We ain't gotta talk 'cause it's on sight My bitch got a strap but she ain't no dyke (She not) [Outro] She ain't no dyke You know it's on sight Yeah ShittyBoyz shit