Highs & Lows Lyrics

Why you still texting me when you with him?

That's crazy (that's crazy)

Just last week you said you didn't have a man

That's crazy (Huh)

'Cause I just seen y'all posted on the gram

Huh (Crazy)

Make sure all my highs weigh out my lows

Make sure you got friends for all my bros

We got your bitch in here she fucked me in the rolls

He can't run with us he knows he's not my folks

Told you not to cross me and you did

You get whopped in here I'll treat you like my kid

Matter of fact bro come back and get your bitch

She gave that pussy up, on God that shit was mid

Bitches wanna waste my time but I ain't got none

Real shit

Niggas want money from me but got no job, nigga go deal shit

Brodie got two clips to his right don't do me wrong

Your bitch give you head, she give me dome

You used to flex on bitches now you broke

You serving pack now, but want no smoke

She used to sleep on a nigga back then but now she woke

I love a white girl, but not no coke

She insecure so I bought her a body she said that she want it like Kim

Her waist a little thinner her ass a little fatter so she can look better in skims

She found a man in Miami to pay for her titties, I tried to tell her she ain't t need it

I show some real love to them lil titties but she said she didn't wanna hear it (ah)

It don't take too much to get you home

She got a cold heart but all I know is chrome

You got way too many niggas on your phone

I put you right back in your place where you belong

He got money problems come and solve 'em with me

She gone bend it over give it all up to me

She want a real man, give her what she needs

She fuck with Cap now I'm O-N-E

Make sure all my highs weigh out my lows

Make sure you got friends for all my bros

We got your bitch in here she fucked me in the rolls

He can't run with us he knows he's not my folks

Told you not to cross me and you did

You get whopped in here I'll treat you like my kid

Matter of fact bro come back and get your bitch

She gave that pussy up, on God that shit was mid

Fuck that come kick with me

I know he can't do it like me

He ain't making no money like me

He a bum, he can't even get back on his feet

You said he don't show you respect

I bet he won't do it to me

He better be coming correct

'Cause he know that he ain't doing nothing to me

Don't be mad cuz your girl went and found someone new

She got a real man now this shit is long overdue

Don't be mad cuz she don't fuck with you

I'm just doing all the shit you'd never do

I put her in Christian Dior she said she ain't never been spoiled before

You must have been treating her poor whatever you given I'm given her more

I put new diamonds on her neck and her wrist

I took a trip to bora bora with your bitch

Make sure all my highs weigh out my lows

Make sure you got friends for all my bros

We got your bitch in here she fucked me in the rolls

He can't run with us he knows he's not my folks

Told you not to cross me and you did

You get whopped in here I'll treat you like my kid

Matter of fact bro come back and get your bitch

She gave that pussy up, on God that shit was mid