High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah-ah-oh
I suppose, uh
I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah)
My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At a Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?"
I try explore all the things I wanted more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex, yeah
And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh
Ayy, pop that (Pill), ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (Ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my person
I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, lookin' for that fuckin' snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah-ah-oh
I suppose, uh
I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah)
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