High Notes ft. Ace Apollo Lyrics

She can't sing a lick

I fuck her good

She hitting high notes

Don't sell me dreams

I got my own, we don't buy those

My niggas pull up with that Rod

Like they Rylo

Tell them I love them today

They could die tomorrow

You gon lead or you gon follow

Never thought I'd keep a pistol

Filled with hollows

New backyard I turn Atlanta into Cabo

In public I won't speak but her head was fye though

She can't sing a lick

I keep her hitting high notes

There go that nigga slic he stay fly though

I love to hit from the back and she love to ride though

Kicking shit like tae bo

We knew this shit wasn't going to be easy

Don't get tired bro

Always switch it up for the niggas think they know my flow

Twelve got my nigga

Feds think they know my bro

She might comment every picture

But that's not my hoe

I see niggas dying fast

So now I drive slow

I got them loving my sound

Apple Watch turn to Richard Millie bust down

She throw her hands up

Everytime I touch down

Calling me daddy and she ain't even my child

Can't fuck with these niggas until I feel they vibe out

No envy in my heart I keep on running my route

All about my business

Might just pull a tie out

She gon hit them notes I slide in and slide out

If you a freak let me find out

She can't sing a lick

I fuck her good

she hitting high notes

Don't sell me dreams

I got my own, we don't buy those

My niggas pull up with that Rod

Like they Rylo

Tell them I love them today

They could die tomorrow

You gon lead or you gon follow

Never thought I'd keep a pistol

Filled with hollows

New backyard I turn Atlanta into Cabo

In public I won't speak but her head was fye though

She can't sing a lick

I keep her hitting high notes

Devil in the red dress

Louboutin stilettos

Classy as you want to be

But you straight out the ghetto

I ain't pressed but I'm impressed

You had me at hello

I got the girl of my dreams singing falsetto

She say I know how rappers be so I assume the worst

I never gave Artist a chance

Apollo you the first

Wonder what brought us together

Must be the universe

My biggest fan she be rocking all my Newest Merch

I juggle life with all my talents trying to find balance

And I admit that it's a challenge but somehow I manage

Listen while I draw

While I'm painting on this canvas

My vision between me and God

You might not understand it

I'm from the ugly

In them trenches it get treacherous

Where they pouring up that wok

With out no measurements

I bought Dior my closet clean

Ain't no more skeletons

Now I rock the Cartier skeleton

She can't sing a lick

I fuck her good

She hitting high notes

Don't sell me dreams

I got my own, we don't buy those

My niggas pull up with that Rod

Like they Rylo

Tell them I love them today

They could die tomorrow

You gon lead or you gon follow

Never thought I'd keep a pistol

Filled with hollows

New backyard I turn Atlanta into Cabo

In public I won't speak but her head was fye though

She can't sing a lick

I keep her hitting high notes