High Profile - Fleet (feat. Jak Dixson & Waybao)

I hit that hoe from the back
Smokin on gas yeah I'm smokin on pack
Tryna get rich off of rap
Most of these niggas get rich off of cap
I wanna cop me a Bentley
She said you got money
I said I got plenty
I die and come back yeah I feel like I'm Kenny
Yo hoe at my crib then she sucked on my jimmy
She sucked on my meat
My diamonds they shining they jump to the beat
I'm feeling like Franklin I shoot at police
A nigga try me he get left in the streets
Shoutout to Murda for making the beat
I ball like LeBron when he played for the Heat
Nigga I pull up I don't like to tweet
Gotta get to the top so my niggas can eat
You niggas is gay man you niggas is sweet
You got a gang well I got a fleet

He got a fleet then I got the gang
So lemme just show you how I'm in this thang
I don't need Fiji on me when I pull up with three
Ain't no need to be flexin' when I got the heat
Best believe I got homies with me
When I pull up to meet cause we chasing the green
When I pull up for three I don't care about D
If she suckin' on him then she suckin' on me
Shut the fuck up if you ain't slide through to get meat
Cause we chillin' with homies just smokin' on trees
Don't talk no more shit if you ain't gonna back it
Crew like some snow cause we keeping it packin'
Multiply money then count while it's adding
Got all of this money, swear to god I be laughing
Laugh to the bank, bars filled wit hate
Best rapper in this whole motha fuckin' state
Gon' be on top ain't no way it's too late
Swear to god I'm the G.O.A.T. when I come at this rate

These niggas bitches man these niggas fake
I got your bitch wet like a motha fuckin' lake'
Me and WaYBaO like Future and Drake
Yeah I jump out the gym bitch I feel like I'm Blake
Diamonds they dancin'
I need me a mil cause I need me a mansion
Pop me a pill then I drip in high fashion
Niggas is bitches man y'all ain't 'bout action
Yeah y'all ain't 'bout action
Shoutout Diego my nigga that G.O.A.T.
I am so high that I think I might float
My granny passed out when she seen the bank note
My bro got the tool it might be in his coat
I'm smoking on dank yeah I think I might choke
Might buy me a Benz to go get me a boat
I come back to life like a motha fuckin' ghost
A bitch get to trippin get hit with the hose

Hit with the hose cause bitches be dirty
Hit with the hose cause bitches be thirsty
Ass so fat with some hips so curvy
Dick in your bitch got her beggin' for mercy
Wildin' out man I need to be tame
If she cheating on you then I am to be blamed
I fuck with you rappers as much as you lames
Cause your bitch give me stiffies like my name is James
I pull up with bitches I need me some digits
I'm in and I'm out in a couple of minutes
I'm vicious with money no need for your business
I be the type dude to make Satan religious
You rappin there's crickets I'm rappin no limits
My chain be so cold when I walk I be frigid
You bitches straight dumb like some motha fuckin' pigeons
I hit it and quit it, and let her dad deal wit it

Written by:
Connor Casteel, Kamarr Peoples

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