Lil Commaz - DontBlowMyHigh!

They wish he was forever young
Lil' bitch I'm rollin' up
Just please don't blow my high
I really don't give no fucks

I got money, I'm on a rise
I sip wok out the pint
I'm feelin' extra nice
I'm shootin' bullets, 223

They go right through your spine
We pull up, we gon' black out
I really don't give no fucks
Lil' boy we got them racks now

I had to run it up
Boy you better hope I don't really back out
I'm gonna send you up
Big bezel on my wrist

Bitch, I was made for this
I got too much in my mind right now
That's why I stay in the crib
Fighting demons, I'm up all night

Poppin Percs' just to stay awake
Tryin' not to see the light
I'm off drugs, I'm off drugs
I pour a pint of wok, still pourin' up

Still pourin' up
Brody called me, told me stop
I told him wokhardt, got my love
Shawty told me she leavin' me

I said, shorty, I got my drugs
I was down, they ain't needed' me
Now they blowin' my phone up
Lil' bitch, I'm rollin' up

Just please don't blow my high
I really don't give no fucks
I got money, I'm on the rise
I sip wok out the pint

I'm feelin' extra nice
I'm shootin' bullets, 223
They go right through your spine
We pull up, we gon' black out

I really don't give no fucks
Lil' boy we got the racks now
I had to run it up
Way better hope I don't really back out

I'm gonna send you up
We got poles for days
Choppa hangin' off my waist
I'm bout to blast sum

That boy keep talkin' on that page
He gon' catch one
I skirt off in a lamb' I'm rockin' double B
Lil' boy do not fuck with me

Got shots like artillery
I turn you into Swiss cheese
(Swiss cheese)
Lil' bitch

I'm rollin' up
Don't blow my high
I really don't give no fucks
I got money, I'm on the rise

I'm on the rise
Lil' bitch I'm rollin' up
Don't blow my high
(Don't blow my high)

Written by:
Lil Commaz

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