high off life

[Intro] Don't call my phone again (Don't hit my phone, what the ****?) Don't ring my phone again (Don't hit my—) (gyro, さよなら) Don't call my phone again (Hit my burner phone, call my burner), yeah [Chorus] Huh, don't hit my phone again, huh (Yeah, yeah) Don't— Don't do that shit, lil' twin, don't do that shit, lil' twin, yeah, huh (What?) This ain't a warning, my shorties got warrants, h-hold up Huh, and the Trackhawk borin', I'm in a foreign (Yeah) Yeah, I have my lore, yeah, that's the lore, huh, y-y-yeah And she wanna ****, he-huh, what you gon' do for it? (Yeah, yeah) She better abort, feel it itchin' in my core, yeah, yeah She said she sore and she ain't ****ed like this before, uh-uh In— In my jorts, yeah, I pop pill on the porch, yeah (Drugs) I know she a whore (Drugs), but I kinda like her more (Drugs) I got drank all on me, yeah, I got drank all on me, yeah I got drank all on me, yeah, I got drank all on me, yeah [Chorus] Huh, don't hit my phone again, huh (Yeah, yeah) Don't— Don't do that shit, lil' twin, don't do that shit, lil' twin, yeah, huh (What?) This ain't a warning, my shorties got warrants, h-hold up Huh, and the Trackhawk borin', I'm in a foreign (Yeah) Yeah, I have my lore, yeah, that's the lore, huh, y-y-yeah And she wanna ****, he-huh, what you gon' do for it? (Yeah, yeah) She better abort, feel it itchin' in my core, yeah, yeah She said she sore and she ain't ****ed like this before, uh-uh In— In my jorts, yeah, I pop pill on the porch, yeah (Drugs) I know she a whore (Drugs), but I kinda like her more (Drugs) I got drank all on me, yeah, I got drank all on me, yeah I got drank all on me, yeah, I got drank all on me, yeah I kinda like her more I got drank all on me, yeah, I got drank all on me, yeah I got drank all on me, yeah, I got drank all on me, yeah [Bridge] (Huh, drank I kinda like her more, drank) I kinda like her more (Huh, drank I kinda like her more, drank) [Verse] I kinda like her more (Huh) T-turn that around, what you gon' do for it? (What?) I got shit in the pocket, record I'm on a V, and now she in a Porsche H-hurl some pounds, I'll show her Tom Fords Tone down, pal, you ain't makin' noise NBA, so ****in' rich ARP could fit in her skirt K-know she a bad bitch, but she a jerk Pour some lines, I'm high off life High off life, oh High off life, high off muh'****in' life