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"