Xotrey - High on the Side

Trey fucking hates making music
Everyday I fucking do it
I'm used to it
I abuse it
I just love to fucking bruise it
Catch a clue bitch
Got a new bitch
It's all fuck love
It's fuck Cupid
R.I.P. Pop Smoke off percs go stupid
Eating percs to make some new shit
Need a doctor
Doctor Who bitch
Who knew that Trey's feeling blue bitch
Who knew that Trey hates all humans
Me and mines no way we losing
Loosing up I feel translucent
I'm not here not in the room bitch
Pupils big they draining fluid
Weed in air around pollutants
Polluting air smokin' dope at the post office waiting for the tabs to kick in
During my trip I'm gonna need a bitch
I gotta give the dick
But can't have no kids
Bitch bite lip bitch bump my shit
Likes my voice before that shit's mixed
Likes melodies over the kicks
When I spit need a backwards lid
Trey slow down you're on way too many drugs
I'm buzzed so fucked underage in the club
I'm drunk throwing up looks like I got the suds
Rollin bud for the blunt rolling dope under the sun
Had rap not begun by me since say one
I would count the rappers from around here none
I got a green thumb, green dirt, bear rug, red room, tall roof, purp weed, shotgun
Fuck no not done, purp lean, drug run, fuck tons, the plug hit me, drug fun
I do not get high to have a good time
I have a good time while I'm high on the side
High on the side
Hop in the ride
Hands in the air one time
We gonna fly
We gonna glide
High on the side
High on the Side
Time to get back to the basics
Rollin up dope in my basement
Yeah I made it oh so famous
I'm with your bitch and I'm runnin' the bases
Base one and I fuck that while I'm so faded
Dated before but we fuck while I made it
I'm rolling the paper, inhaling the vapor, she don't wanna smoke so I'm not gonna make her
Hand full of blunts imma face em
Bottle full of shots imma chase em
You should know that I'm unstable pull up to the crib get head under the table
I'm playing cards
Hands in my favor
Off with the head Queen of Hearts I'm the banker
Got a full house at the crib and it's major
Pussy second nature I'll slide through it later
High on the side
Hop in the ride
Hands in the air one time
We gonna fly
We gonna glide
High on the side
High on the Side
High on the side
Hop in the ride
Hands to the air one time
We gonna fly
We gonna glide
High on the side
High on the Side

Written by:
T Mullin

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