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cole myer & yung grady - high definition lyrics

yeah, b+tch not testin’ me, throw h+lla money in the club, i’m finessin
she say that i’m cheating, but she is projecting
man in the mirror, like we just reflecting
she wanna link up, but we is not connecting
call the prosecutor up, tell him i got out on bail
ysl ysl, get out of jail
they try push me down, but i swear i prevail
your old sh+t is wack, motherf+cka’ its stale
i hop out the whip, i ain’t leavin’ a trail
if i’m weighing my drugs, then i’m breakin’ the scale
you be coppin’ fake diamonds, you got it from zales
and you blind as f+ck, you be readin’ in braille
and thе cops they is comin’, they all on my tail
i crash the whip, i am feelin’ likе dale
i earn that sh+t, five months, made a mil

godd+mn, i will
pull up on that boy, and i pop him like a pill
and i’m in the field, i be runnin’ all them drills
throw it back on me, yeah, i know you got the sk!lls
go out my body, yeah, i’ma do it still
flippin’ like it’s steaks, then i put it on a grill
and i’m f+cked up in the head, gotta talk to dr. phil
pop a f+cking x every time i wanna chill, that’s just how i live

spark up the gas, i’ma hit out the gib
my lil’ b+tch a freak, she got tats on her rib
i don’t go to class, yeah, you know i’ma skip
they ain’t teachin’ sh+t, so you know that i dip
big double cup, i’ma go take a sip
you sink or you float, motherf+cker, i drip
and i pack up my bags, i’ma go take a trip
you drivin’ fast, so hold on to the grip
you drivin’ fast, huh? i’m back, got racks
shottz back to life, and he rockin’ all black
we takin’ dabs, i’ma throw in the wax
she got a fat ass, so that b+tch throw it back
and she tryna f+ck, but i won’t, she wack
pull to the party, i spray it like it’s axe
every time i spaz, i’ma push it to the max
and it’s 20 for a g if i wanna go and tax
goddam, and it’s top in the world in this b+tch, on god
i f+ckin’ rob his ass, and he said that i saw
since 2019, yeah, i swear i’m on
she said that she pregnant, i said that i’m gone
hold up, hold up, hold up, all y’all lame
2022, we be runnin’ the game, 2022, you be hidin’ in shame
she got you in the gym, tryna pop out a vein
it’s not my fault that you here for the fame, it’s not my fault, so please do not complain
i know we built different, no, we not the same
i’m up in the club, and they sayin’ my name
you got my money, i’m here to collect
owe me 80 bucks, you can write me a check
i’m f+ckin’ his b+tch, cause he got no respect
d+mn, that was your b+tch, well, you couldn’t protect
got wok in my cup, and i’m sippin’ on tech
i feel like lil shottz, everything is perfect
you went to the plug, i’m just here to inspect, make sure it’s legit, i ain’t smokin’ on lead
you smokin’ on lead, and you smokin’ on pcb
high definition, ain’t talkin’ bout dvd
i am on top, so n0body compete with me
put on the 540, put on the dmv

f+ck the 540, skrt in foreigns like fivio
and the least you can do is just top me up
broke as f+ck, you be eatin’ on sloppy joes
i be flippin’ that bread like it’s domino’s
i got lo main, and you got some dirty clothes
and they takin’ us, well i can’t flirt with hoes
d+mn, that was your b+tch, just how it goes
yeah, b+tch not testin’ me, throw h+lla money in the club, i’m finessin
she say that i’m cheating, but she is projecting
man in the mirror, like we just reflecting
she wanna link up, but we is not connecting
call the prosecutor up, tell him i got out on bail
ysl ysl, get out of jail
they try push me down, but i swear i prevail
your old sh+t is wack, motherf+cka’ its stale
i hop out the whip, i ain’t leavin’ a trail
if i’m weighing my drugs, then i’m breakin’ the scale
you be coppin’ fake diamonds, you got it from zales
and you blind as f+ck, you be readin’ in braille
and the cops they is comin’, they all on my tail
i crash the whip, i am feelin’ like dale
i earn that sh+t, five months, made a mil

- cole myer yung grady lyrics

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