
High Notes Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Wanna roll out on a high note
She wanna roll on a high note
You wanna roll out on a high note
Like it's fresh out the gym
Let 'em out to the world I see
What a high note be
Might not ever wanna come back in
Live life like micro
A little dose on the beach
Sweet life like Cody
Shoreline Brodie
West coast apparel got rips in my jeans
I ain't sipping on lean
And I ain't never been a fiend
Too dependent on the green
Type of man I'm trying to be
Can't slow down the tempo
I be really trying to think
I be really trying to breathe
That's how life be
All these high notes, nah they not free
Uh
No way
That won't be slowing down a G
Cause you know how it be
You wanna roll on a high note
Like it's fresh out the gym
Let 'em out to the world I see
What a high note be
Might not ever wanna come back in
Live life like micro
A little dose on the beach
Sweet life like Cody
Shoreline Brodie
West coast apparel got rips in my jeans
I ain't sipping on lean
And I ain't never been a fiend
Too dependent on the green
Type of man I'm trying to be
Can't slow down the tempo
Aye
I'll tell you who I'm trying to be
Like chess low-key
No mess in the crib
Hot mess on the hip
Invest in the dip
High notes ain't free
Yes I know how it be
Told Mom I'm working, got places to be
Can't be out searching got places to see
Know that I'm worth it God made me a G
This ain't bout me though
I play for the team
Tryna get a cheat code where we all win
Put a family in a crib
Live on high notes all the time
Drink bread and eat wine
Got a caddy for the ride
In the west coast attire
In the back yard's a fire
That dress going wild
Mess with me maybe I'll show you around
Show you my eye
Teach you the way to see how there be so many high notes
Like it's fresh out the gym
Let 'em out to the world I see
What a high note be
Might not ever wanna come back in
Live life like micro
A little dose on the beach
Sweet life like Cody
Shoreline Brodie
West coast apparel got rips in my jeans
I ain't sipping on lean
And I ain't never been a fiend
Too dependent on the green
Type of man I'm trying to be
Can't slow down the tempo
Can't slow down the tempo
Yeah I know nothing free
And that work ain't cheap
Got blood up on my jeans
Top bunk out of reach
Might sleep on the beach
Whip down to LA and Airbnb a crib
Bring out the whole crew and make it a trip
I think I'm running out of options
I think I'm running on the hot ones
Think we going back often
Thinks it's running back, ahh she