isolated beingz - fuckin' with my high lyrics
[intro: lil wyte]
yeah! yeah, it’s your boy lil wyte, what up? i be gettin’ sick and tired of foes f+ckin’ with my high, man. man, i be tryin’ to get lifted! isolated beingz, y’all don’t know what i’m talkin’ ’bout, man? isolated beingz b+tch! h+ll yeah! you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? i’m sick of this sh+t, bruh! sick of it! sick of motherf+ckers f+ckin’ with my high! my high! just let me be! let me be! you know who i am. w+y+t+e. yeah! wyte music! oh yeah! hypnotize minds, ho! yeah!
[verse 1: 2+face & ruthless rob]
it’s lil wyte, jelly roll with the isolated beingz
so crack your blunts, grind your tree, go ahead and roll your green
pop them pills, get drunk (yup!), f+ck it, do all three
smoked out from baltimore all the way to memphis, tennеssee
i treat you like a blunt and split your ass down the middlе
rip out all your guts, ain’t no need for hospitals
i’m leaving you dead on arrival, if you f+ck with my high, i’m liable
to crack your ass on a 40 ounce bottle, ruthless rob gon’ turn homicidal
you f+ckin’ with my high sellin’ seeds and stems
you caught in a lie sayin’ you were my friend
why you gotta imply that we just another trend?
i don’t ever want you comin’ to another show again
yeah, your boy be chiefin’, stop geekin’ before i leave you leakin’
just past the spliff and proceed to stop your f+ckin’ preachin’
i’m seekin’ for the greenery when there ain’t no reason why
every time i spark a blunt you f+ckin’ with my high, die
[chorus: ruthless rob & 2+face]
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high and there is no need
to keep f+ckin’ with my high, pay good money for this weed
stop f+ckin’ with my high before you f+ckin’ die
[verse 2: lil wyte]
yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! alright! check it out!
quit f+ckin’ with my high
you know me then you know i’m not that guy
bringin’ drama to the session, i’m like why
when i lift off i’m only tryin’ to fly
blaze that granddaddy og and twist it tightly in a swisher
and mary jane’s my mistress, if you like, i’ll let you kiss her
hold on for a minute, i gotta go pack me another bowl
and hit that motherf+cker extra hard until i feel it in my soul (lil wyte!)
[verse 3: jelly roll]
whole lotta people wanna see me flop ever since i had a single cd drop
lookin’ at me like he’s on top, old farmer with pt jobs
i don’t lie, i be on blocks, told my jeweler to freeze me watch
i ain’t lyin’, the wrist on rocks, now the boy famous like zz top
people just ask how i’m livin’ my life, people just ask am i gettin’ it right
i just know what he spittin’ is tight, d+mn he’s cold but isn’t he right?
he only raps about catchin’ a bite, i don’t know but isn’t he white?
i should get a charge for k!lling this mic, i got bars, prison for life
[chorus: ruthless rob & 2+face]
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high and there is no need
to keep f+ckin’ with my high, pay good money for this weed
stop f+ckin’ with my high before you f+ckin’ die
[verse 4: ruthless rob & 2+face]
my high, don’t f+ck with that, smoke ’til i die on a hundred sack
ruthless rob gon’ run it back, roll up a blunt and bump this track
back up b+tch, you soundin’ whack, about to have me a panic attack
i flex like lex, what you know about that? i put your punk ass in a torture rack
you f+ckin’ with my high when you f+ck with my supply
you f+ckin’ gonna die if you leave my clients dry
pigs try k!llin’ my high pullin’ up behind me
and b+tches and snitches that are so conniving
if you blow my high, b+tch, i’ma slow your high
i done warned you motherf+ckers, yeah i told you, guy
my high is my priority and you’re really f+ckin’ annoyin’ me
shut your mouth, you’re borin’ me and pass that f+ckin’ 40, b
who really f+cks with my high is trash on the radio
when my girl eats the last in my box of oreos
how my car breaks down every other week
and it f+cks with my high, have dizze murder the beat (yeah! yeah!)
[chorus: ruthless rob & 2+face]
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high and there is no need
to keep f+ckin’ with my high, pay good money for this weed
stop f+ckin’ with my high before you f+ckin’ die
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high
you be f+ckin’ with my high, quit f+ckin’ with my high
you f+ckin’ with my high and there is no need
to keep f+ckin’ with my high, pay good money for this weed
stop f+ckin’ with my high before you f+ckin’ die
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