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maskx - Higher Lyrics



maskx - Higher Lyrics




Poppin and I'm trippin off tha molly
Smokin and I fear my higher callin
Throwin up all the racks, we in follies
Rollin thru my feelins, pop a f*ckin ollie

Payin dead faces, walk in closed cases
Leavin no traces, coffin cold necklace
Wearin ankle braces, ya bitch goin reckless
Blowin up the trap, Western Union we connected

Free up all ma niggas locked up in tha chain gang
Free up all ma shootas locked up with tha same pain
Free up all ma hittas locked up with tha blood stain
Free up all ma bruddas locked up with tha same vain

Coldest in the street, bobsled on yo team
Hit ya shoulder lean, finally free my nigga Meek
Meek millin thru Atlanta, Guwop from East Atlanta
Blue or red bandanna, smokin on Havana
No more wearin coogi, steady wearin Gucci
Lil mama like Karrueche, big poppa in the coochie
YFN like Lucci, roll backwoods and the cookies
Drip her in sum Louie, neck good she ain't a rookie
Drums and sticks in a bucket, not talkin KFC
If ya f*ck around wit me, you'll f*ck around and see
Numb ya bitch now she rugged, she was ya wife to be
If ya duck around me, you'll duck around an weep

Poppin and I'm trippin off tha molly
Smokin and I fear my higher callin
Throwin up all the racks, we in follies
Rollin thru my feelins, pop a f*ckin ollie

Payin dead faces, walk in closed cases
Leavin no traces, coffin cold necklace
Wearin ankle braces, ya bitch goin reckless
Blowin up the trap, Western Union we connected

Free up all ma niggas locked up in tha chain gang
Free up all ma shootas locked up with tha same pain
Free up all ma hittas locked up with tha blood stain
Free up all ma bruddas locked up with tha same vain
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Poppin and I'm trippin off tha molly
Smokin and I fear my higher callin
Throwin up all the racks, we in follies
Rollin thru my feelins, pop a f*ckin ollie

Payin dead faces, walk in closed cases
Leavin no traces, coffin cold necklace
Wearin ankle braces, ya bitch goin reckless
Blowin up the trap, Western Union we connected

Free up all ma niggas locked up in tha chain gang
Free up all ma shootas locked up with tha same pain
Free up all ma hittas locked up with tha blood stain
Free up all ma bruddas locked up with tha same vain

Coldest in the street, bobsled on yo team
Hit ya shoulder lean, finally free my nigga Meek
Meek millin thru Atlanta, Guwop from East Atlanta
Blue or red bandanna, smokin on Havana
No more wearin coogi, steady wearin Gucci
Lil mama like Karrueche, big poppa in the coochie
YFN like Lucci, roll backwoods and the cookies
Drip her in sum Louie, neck good she ain't a rookie
Drums and sticks in a bucket, not talkin KFC
If ya f*ck around wit me, you'll f*ck around and see
Numb ya bitch now she rugged, she was ya wife to be
If ya duck around me, you'll duck around an weep

Poppin and I'm trippin off tha molly
Smokin and I fear my higher callin
Throwin up all the racks, we in follies
Rollin thru my feelins, pop a f*ckin ollie

Payin dead faces, walk in closed cases
Leavin no traces, coffin cold necklace
Wearin ankle braces, ya bitch goin reckless
Blowin up the trap, Western Union we connected

Free up all ma niggas locked up in tha chain gang
Free up all ma shootas locked up with tha same pain
Free up all ma hittas locked up with tha blood stain
Free up all ma bruddas locked up with tha same vain
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Writer: mask x
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