Hoe ass niggas
(Yeah, what, nigga)
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
Jak Dixson I finally made it
I'm from LA, but I stay up in Vegas
Yo' bitch love me she think I'm the greatest
I put out a record you know they gon' play it
I am the shit, but I don't gotta say it
Got me an Uzi you know I'ma spray it
I'm with my niggas you know ain't no trading
I'm blowin on gas, yeah you know how we blazin
I came up from nothing I came from the bottom
I see 'em I spot 'em you know I'ma drop 'em
I see the new Yeezys then I gotta cop 'em'
He say he got money then I gotta rob 'em
Nigga we lit, yo bitch on my dick
A nigga touch me he get hit with them sticks
Light this bitch up like a mother f*ckin' BIC
And I might kill yo' dog cause bitch I'm Mike Vick
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
WaYBaO I finally made it
I'm from Yukon, but I stay up in Vegas
If the beat fire then you know it's from Mason
I got these bands on me like my name is Davis
From Mase to Trap Riqo to Bossie to Jak
Murda Records legit, we can show you the facts
Getting money so fast you would think we got hacks
Now I got all these stacks on my stacks on my stacks
I don't make rules I break 'em
So why push when I could Drake 'em
If I have to I'ma say sum
So shoutout to my day ones
Been grinding this shit since a kid
So I'll do what I got to to get to the end
If you try to stop me I ain't making amends
I will transfer your bitch from your girlfriend to friend
So much damn money I need me a broom
If you think I'm the G.O.A.T well that's good to assume
I get what I want never need to choose
So hot need to pause
Then resume
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
High Profile - Blazin' (feat. Jak Dixson & Waybao) Lyrics
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Hoe ass niggas
(Yeah, what, nigga)
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
Jak Dixson I finally made it
I'm from LA, but I stay up in Vegas
Yo' bitch love me she think I'm the greatest
I put out a record you know they gon' play it
I am the shit, but I don't gotta say it
Got me an Uzi you know I'ma spray it
I'm with my niggas you know ain't no trading
I'm blowin on gas, yeah you know how we blazin
I came up from nothing I came from the bottom
I see 'em I spot 'em you know I'ma drop 'em
I see the new Yeezys then I gotta cop 'em'
He say he got money then I gotta rob 'em
Nigga we lit, yo bitch on my dick
A nigga touch me he get hit with them sticks
Light this bitch up like a mother f*ckin' BIC
And I might kill yo' dog cause bitch I'm Mike Vick
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
WaYBaO I finally made it
I'm from Yukon, but I stay up in Vegas
If the beat fire then you know it's from Mason
I got these bands on me like my name is Davis
From Mase to Trap Riqo to Bossie to Jak
Murda Records legit, we can show you the facts
Getting money so fast you would think we got hacks
Now I got all these stacks on my stacks on my stacks
I don't make rules I break 'em
So why push when I could Drake 'em
If I have to I'ma say sum
So shoutout to my day ones
Been grinding this shit since a kid
So I'll do what I got to to get to the end
If you try to stop me I ain't making amends
I will transfer your bitch from your girlfriend to friend
So much damn money I need me a broom
If you think I'm the G.O.A.T well that's good to assume
I get what I want never need to choose
So hot need to pause
Then resume
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
(Yeah, what, nigga)
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
Jak Dixson I finally made it
I'm from LA, but I stay up in Vegas
Yo' bitch love me she think I'm the greatest
I put out a record you know they gon' play it
I am the shit, but I don't gotta say it
Got me an Uzi you know I'ma spray it
I'm with my niggas you know ain't no trading
I'm blowin on gas, yeah you know how we blazin
I came up from nothing I came from the bottom
I see 'em I spot 'em you know I'ma drop 'em
I see the new Yeezys then I gotta cop 'em'
He say he got money then I gotta rob 'em
Nigga we lit, yo bitch on my dick
A nigga touch me he get hit with them sticks
Light this bitch up like a mother f*ckin' BIC
And I might kill yo' dog cause bitch I'm Mike Vick
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
WaYBaO I finally made it
I'm from Yukon, but I stay up in Vegas
If the beat fire then you know it's from Mason
I got these bands on me like my name is Davis
From Mase to Trap Riqo to Bossie to Jak
Murda Records legit, we can show you the facts
Getting money so fast you would think we got hacks
Now I got all these stacks on my stacks on my stacks
I don't make rules I break 'em
So why push when I could Drake 'em
If I have to I'ma say sum
So shoutout to my day ones
Been grinding this shit since a kid
So I'll do what I got to to get to the end
If you try to stop me I ain't making amends
I will transfer your bitch from your girlfriend to friend
So much damn money I need me a broom
If you think I'm the G.O.A.T well that's good to assume
I get what I want never need to choose
So hot need to pause
Then resume
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
I'm tryna fly to the mother land
Gotta put racks in my momma hand
Niggas is fake I ain't got no friends
Use to be broke now I got them bands
Writer: Connor Casteel, Kamarr Peoples
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: High Profile
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Connor Casteel, Kamarr Peoples