Hello! Lyrics

I'm so high my bitch she like hello

I'm so high my bitch she like hello

I'm so high my bitch she like hello

I'm way too high, my bitch she like hello!

I'm just applying this pressure

I'm sipping this bubbly hot like a kettle

Now I'm just bussing these bands

Remember them days taking trips on the shuttle

Tryna keep up but this shit was a sham

It's different when you gotta get from the struggle

Gotta get lit for the fam

Ain't have no haircut had the shit with the stubble

Young fly nigga no Lucci

Throwing them singles and ordered a double

Pants down fucking a Tuti if my bitch catch me I'm getting in trouble

Pornstar scene not a movie you can not match me nigga it's levels

Stay tune this shit getting juicy

Either way she blowing my shit like a chello

Dumb smacked still want to know where the blunt at

I'm really front line bitch don't ever call it a comeback

Checkout my jeans say Number nine bitch

She on my mchh where my gun at

Me and the gang taking summer time flicks

And our neck glisten where the sun at

OP uhh, I'm so on point bitch carry a stick like a thumbtack

You don't know me boy!

I'm on Detroit shit, Buffs trying to see where the fun at

I step in the party you niggas don't make no noise

Niggas getting pressed and they jump back

My bitch like a squeegee I play with her ass like a toy

Working her out like a jump jack

Dam my niggas was robbing them vans I call it a fun fact

Was chilling with demon's and heathens and Son of the Sam

I got out and got in the booth

My old bitch was cheating but D.G.A.F

I was cheating the same cause that pussy was loose

And ain't no repeating that out with the old

I ain't beating that upping it in with the new

New drip uhh stepping my feet in that

I took her soul and it came with the shoes

Sometimes you live and you lose

Better than going out face on the news

You could get picked off I'm letting you choose

I gave you a choice so what you gone do

Clean like a Bishop and smoking a Q

If you ain't get it I'm referencing Juice

I don't got no time for no bull Tom Thibodeau

Better turn this shit up on your stereo

Matter fact nigga I'm fly as fuck hitting your bitch like a Seminole

Yeah nigga I told you I'm trying shit mixing my drink with the Chemical

Run into me bet you luck up

Ain't have no Hart only tough love

Take advantage of me then you fucked up

Ouu how do you manage it?

Only put trust in my mans and shit

Yeah stay with a plan and shit you don't even understand the shit

Yeah I'm throwing shots in her mouth I bet she gone end up with lockjaw tonight

Take a trip right to Queens popping a tag and we shop All The Right

Earning unlimited fees rocking out feel like a rockstar tonight

Girl we doing whatever we please it took a long time for this Rockstar life!