
High as kite
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- experimental rap
- 2020s
- dark trap
- cloud rap
- hyperpop
- rage
- trap
- energetic
- psychedelic
Lyrics
Intro
Hold up, run that shit back (slat)
Drop, Verse 1
Yeah, this hoe can't fuck with me (what)
Yeah, this hoe didn't even seen shit (jump out)
When I came out, I didn't had shit
and now, I got the rari' n' bricks (yeah)
Yeah, bussin' down Rick
Killing these hoes, killing this bitch, let's go (jump out)
Hook
You're a superstar you know you are (slat)
I swear to god you a superstar you know you are
I met this girl and she wanna done (yeah)
Fuck around n' got pushed in a room full of love, ouh (jumpout!)
Boy ain't gone be good for you (yeah)
Oh my god yuh
Boy ain't gone good for ya', oh my god yeah. (Slatt)
Boy ain't gone for ya' ooouh, (yeah! Let's go!)
Verse 2
Im tryna go flex, yeah been flexin'
I got two watches, yeah double Rolex
I fuck your girl, yeah fuck the feds
Me and my hoe we go back
I got these bitches tryna play
I got this gun right in my hand
Threw that ice on my wrist, now she suck me dead
Every time she call me like "lemme get cash"
Whole lotta x, yeah, whole lotta red, yeah (jumpout)
Whole lotta ahh, whole lotta paper, whole lotta uh...
Hook
You're a superstar you know you are (slat)
I swear to god you a superstar you know you are
I met this girl and she wanna done (yeah)
Fuck around n' got pushed in a room full of love, ouh (jumpout!)
Boy ain't gone be good for you (yeah)
Oh my god yuh
Boy ain't gone good for ya', oh my god yeah. (Slatt)
Boy ain't gone for ya' ooouh, (yeah! Let's go!)
Verse 3
Racks all in my pockets, lil bitch you know I get the money
Run right in the mall, then I go run through a hundred
Richard Mille my arm, I'm bout to ice out my cousin
I can get the off thang, if I push that button
Seven plus it's two, I might break straight to twenty
Mind speed, mind speed, yee yee, you know I give this shit
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I put the stamp on it
Pop me a perc and I get too high
Pop me a perc and I get too high
Bih, I'm on wifi
Bih, I'm on wifi
Hold up, yeah, yeah
Tryna fuck wife
Brand new bags, yeah
Hold that text, no night
I heard y'all boys gettin' money over there, haha
I heard y'all boys gettin' money over there, haha
I heard y'all boys gettin' money over there, ha-ha
outro
Yeah, im so awesome, I swear this clones be on some. I swear im a stunner like Steve Austin, yeah uh (slat!, opium)
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