High Grade ft. King Ponche Lyrics

I put her inside her place

Shawty she just wanna come to my place

Thought she a jack, but she really an ace

We so geeked and chillin' in space

Shawty on fleek and my bitch serving face

Look at her body that shit does amaze me

She geh them niggas and bitches amazed

They sending shots but they really ain't graze

I getting level I burning high grade

Shawty she geeked for real

I fell in love for real

I fell in love with blickys, on blickys, on blickys, on blickys and beams

And da lil clip yeah it long like a banana bitch you know I going go peel it

Every gun I cop put me a beam on it

I been trying repent my gun demonic

Gucci link and my pendant got t on it

I stepping out with some vibes today

I chilling out in my hideaway

Fuck a og I going guide the way

Stabbed in your back but they smile in your face

Life give me lemons I make lemonade

I clean as fuck I don't need me no maid

All by myself I don't need me no aid

Shawty she just wanna come to my place

Thought she a jack, but she really an ace

We so geeked and chillin' in space

Shawty on fleek and my bitch serving face

Look at her body that shit does amaze me

She geh them niggas and bitches amazed

They sending shots but they really ain't graze

I getting level I burning high grade

I really be straight I be dodging the fuckery

Rolling up trees kicking back at the double tree

Smoke me a spliff before I hit the pavement

When I pop out, hide yo gyal don't be bearing

I can't be draining my energy

I who these niggas pretend to be

I still creating a legacy

You cannot fuck up my chemistry

I going eat, I going find me a way

Taking food off my plate get you shot in your face

That's the quickest one way to your grave

Double g's on my waist, gucci belt and a glock

Skinny nigga, but my pockets fat

If you broke go invest in a trap

Make a play go finesse in the stocks

Hit the net for a couple a bags

Weight it up, ship it out by the pack

Add it up, then repeat like a lap

I get faded, then jump in the lab

I get loose, then I jump in the booth

I be lit, but don't get shit confused

I stay on my p's & my q's

I be cool, just don't fuck up my mood

I shake off the hate, & get back in my groove

Shawty she just wanna come to my place

Thought she a jack, but she really an ace

We so geeked and chillin' in space

Shawty on fleek and my bitch serving face

Look at her body that shit does amaze me

She geh them niggas and bitches amazed

They sending shots but they really ain't graze

I getting level I burning high grade