Ha, yeah Yeah, uh-huh Ha, uh-huh (You're now tuning into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga) Yeah, uh-huh, hold on (Artist) I'm too high, yeah, I can't steer I'm too high, yeah, I can't hear I'm too high, yeah, out of here Too high, made the Hellcat flip Straight to the trap when I signed my deal Niggas sayin' they the opps 'til they get killed Now he on TV like Dr. Phil I know some niggas, yeah, they down to slide Switch on the Glock and it sound like a rocket Better stop reaching lil' bitch, don't try it Soon as he try it, we send him to God Soon as he try it, we send him to hell All of my niggas, we going to hell Second day, I ain't had no bail Soon as I got in, I was out on bail Yeah, soon as I got in, I was out on bail