High Grade - Eli Sostre

High grade, good liquor, yeah

Good weed, my nigga, yeah

Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah

My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

High grade, good liquor, yeah

Good weed, my nigga, yeah

Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah

My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

Relationships start to get borin'

The one that you call in the mornin'

Your friends, they don’t look the same

You got a thing for my pain

Truly, I’m feelin' the vibe

I do this, I don’t got the time

For all of the calls and the texting

All of the bitchin' and stressin'

I bet that you wasn’t around

I bet that you look for me now

When I needed somethin' to love

I ain’t have nobody to love

Spendin' your time in the club

I’m like: «Fuck all this rap shit»

You hate when I’m off of these percs

You just can’t deal with the madness

High grade, good liquor, yeah

Good weed, my nigga, yeah

Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah

My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

High grade, good liquor, yeah

Good weed, my nigga, yeah

Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah

My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

I got the city on ten

City on fire since I dropped a tape

My momma need a new Benz

Can’t fuck with none of these snakes

Make sure my niggas is straight

They got some food on they plates (you know)

I got some things on my mind (whoa)

I know you got what it takes

Baby, I’m fucked up (baby, I’m fucked up)

Baby, I lucked out (baby, I lucked out)

Baby, I love ya (baby, I love ya)

Just can’t trust ya (just can’t trust ya)

I been tryna find the time

I been tryna find the wave

Girl, I wish that I could stay

There ain’t nothin' left to say

High grade, good liquor, yeah

Good weed, my nigga, yeah

Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah

My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

High grade, good liquor, yeah

Good weed, my nigga, yeah

Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah

My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

Ay

New Pirelli 'bout to count the millions, I ain’t trippin', my nigga

The come up breedin' all the hate, so you look at me differently, nigga

Fuck a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my nigga (give me my word)

Play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, nigga

I give a fuck 'bout a scene bitch (fuck all these hoes)

I’m from the block, I done seen it before

I made my funds on some clean shit

I’m off some Hov and Bean shit, yeah

Where have you been?

You ain’t workin', play the bench, yeah

Cop a burger for my bitch, yeah

Need a Prezi for the wrist, yeah

I told my momma I’ll cop her a Rari

Momma, I’m sorry, it should’ve been sooner

I got a girl and I ain’t tryna ruin her

Shoutout to all of the bitches that blew it

I got you feelin' the change (yeah)

Now you wonder where I been

Now it’s like back in the day

Baby, I ain’t seen you since, yeah

Fadeaway, feelings fade away (woo)

Hoop earring like I’m Michael J

Bullet holes in the windows (woo)

Lost some homies man, it hurtin' still

I might just pull up in drops now

She gave me top with the top down

I blow the herb out the sunroof (woo)

Phone ringin' cause I’m high now, yeah