Lyrics
Why get high, get low
**** hatin but they prolly at my next show
And shorty tell me why, yo you next up
Treat a rapper like his record, get him pressed up
Look, Y get fly and he checked up
Fuck that, waitin for a sign, imma get up
Tuck that, disrespect the clique, we gon come back
Come back, keep you where you at like a thumb tack
Look, yall know Y since way back
Say that, yall don't lift a finger until I ok that
Ain't a good fit for the kid like OJ
Smokin on the glove, **** that's Gary Payton
Y done waitin, time to go and get a bag
Thought that you was gettin bags, but you goin out sad
Naw, hope you doin better cuz that other shit was trash
Put the signal in the sky and I'll be there in a flash
Written by: Grimm Doza
