High Profile (feat. Rimzee)

And she know my heart cold I'm on my stoner shit nigga I just need a heart full savage and she know my heart cold End up in that pussy don't know how fucking must go (uh) Take her places that she can't go (how's that) 'Cause I'm so high profile (yeah) Cut the lights off, stripping her up out the night club Cali in my spliff I'm a stoner, yeah (that's right, that's right) Travel all across the atlas, I need a bad, bad let me (oh-oh) Try not to ash on my denim My stuff is zip inside that Louis V, VV reflecting I cut her off within a second, don't be acting too special She show bentley off the lot, she know that it's a new level I catch a body for my dawg Way up in the trenches where you go, I see them stars from the start I been trapping for a hobby plan my part (play my part) That's right, that's right, that's right, oh let's go Rollie VVS she see it shining through the tinted diamonds (shine) Corner and I'm rolling call me driving off the limit I just hit it and I quit it, left for right up in her feelings I stay up on a mission she know she fuck with the villain Right from the beginning kept it loyal to the memories Stay out with a hooter hard colder than the summer I chauffeur in that phantom where you repping I keep it fortified that's a brand new 45 I just need a heart full savage and she know my heart cold End up in that pussy don't know how fucking must go (uh) Take her places that she can't go (how's that) 'Cause I'm so high profile (that's right) Cut the lights off, stripping her up out the night club Cali in my spliff I'm a stoner, yeah Travel all across the atlas, I need a bad, bad let me (yo) Real nigga, top shotta Shoulda gave my nigga naz a Oscar Instead, he got a nine in a poca Serving all this grease, blowing money like I'm meech Pissed I copped the G lock I couldn't get the teeth (couldn't) Speeding past the lights got the tires screeching Came up alive beatings that nigga came off a live streaming In jail watching telly 1:50 for the skelly And the louis stuff was that me that reckly in the streets I got credentials I let my gun beat instrumentals I really bought a piece like a temple I'ma crook, I like my girls storch how I made it off the stove And I can't cook wouldn't be number one If the charts was about the T I could turn the 63 into a C 63 Member I got jummed up, I lost three hammers But still I never gave up see montana (I just) I just need a heart full savage and she know my heart cold End up in that pussy don't know how fucking must go (uh) Take her places that she can't go (how's that) 'Cause I'm so high profile (that's right) Cut the lights off, stripping her up out the night club Cali in my spliff I'm a stoner, yeah Travel all across the atlas, I need a bad, bad let me