Paroles de High Stakes
AyoI put it down, like the stakes is high, huh
I hate a nigga that sit around and just wait to die
I meet a bitch, then make her drive or make her fly with bricks
And tell her "Hit me when you stabilize"
Them the hoes that'll take a ride
That's why I barely date outside of my race like a Asian guy
I go broke, I'ma make a pie
Or turn a deuce into seven-thirty ones like it's late July, huh
In the jungle with boy
I got my first brick and treated it like it was a bundle of joy, huh
Where I'm from, it's a void
If you ain't buyin' at least one burge, you under-employed
I used to cop from the Florida boys
Now I'm ignorin' noise while gettin' top inside a foreign toy
Bitch, your man is a corner boy
That only re-up with seven grams, we call him Quarter Roy
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
You know what's up, yeah
Y'all know how I got this shit, I had to cop a lot of 'caine
If them shots did not exchange, uh-uh, our ride is not the same
Big Lamb' truck, 2024, the body not the same Between that, the streets movin', most likely, I'll be paid
I need a brick and theme music from the likes of Isaac Hayes
Droppin' pocket change for floor seats, the Lakers/Rockets game
Now we got a sports firm, look what a high became
Three bricks and my nephew four, they both a toddler age
I put a block of yay' in a blender while he potty-train
I was good with one foot in like receivers in college games
I'm the chief, I buy guns and give pieces tribal names
Uh, told the plug "I'm gettin' close, on the way, I'm with Speshal"
He said "Bring a box of shells and a case of Modelo"
Yeah, and a case of Modelo
A box of shells and a case of Modelo
That's why I barely date outside of my race like a Asian guy
I go broke, I'ma make a pie
Or turn a deuce into seven-thirty ones like it's late July, huh
In the jungle with boy
I got my first brick and treated it like it was a bundle of joy, huh
Where I'm from, it's a void
If you ain't buyin' at least one burge, you under-employed
I used to cop from the Florida boys
Now I'm ignorin' noise while gettin' top inside a foreign toy
Bitch, your man is a corner boy
That only re-up with seven grams, we call him Quarter Roy
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
You know what's up, yeah
Y'all know how I got this shit, I had to cop a lot of 'caine
If them shots did not exchange, uh-uh, our ride is not the same
Big Lamb' truck, 2024, the body not the same Between that, the streets movin', most likely, I'll be paid
I need a brick and theme music from the likes of Isaac Hayes
Droppin' pocket change for floor seats, the Lakers/Rockets game
Now we got a sports firm, look what a high became
Three bricks and my nephew four, they both a toddler age
I put a block of yay' in a blender while he potty-train
I was good with one foot in like receivers in college games
I'm the chief, I buy guns and give pieces tribal names
Uh, told the plug "I'm gettin' close, on the way, I'm with Speshal"
He said "Bring a box of shells and a case of Modelo"
Yeah, and a case of Modelo
A box of shells and a case of Modelo
