Al Fatz - High Grade
You feel like rolling upOooh oooooh ahh
High grade shit
I stay lit
I wave shit
Calamari with the grits
High grade
Grade A bitch
Fat fly nigga
Making home run hits
High grade shit
I stay lit
I wave shit
Calamari with the shrimp
High grade shit
Grade A Bitch
Fat fly nigga
Making home run hits
Smoking point five
Nigga that's pointless
Let me check your foot work
Bitch you can't kick it
Bathing ape shit
Louie V shit
Bought a lot of shit
Spent a lot of kicks
Al in the mall
And he fucking up a mitt
Tuna tacos from maestros
I'm fucking up my fit
Take her to the Telly
I'm fucking up my fit
Metropolitan at the 9
Or I'm at the Ritz
High grade shit
I stay lit
I wave shit
Calamari with the grits
High grade
Grade A bitch
Fat fly nigga
Making home run hits
High grade shit
I stay lit
I wave shit
Calamari with the shrimp
High grade shit
Grade A Bitch
Fat fly nigga
Making home run hits
My nigga got the 5
So I went and got the 6
Trey all grey with the Amg kit
Staccs on the mix
Fatz he remix it
Plaques in the living room racks in the kitchen
Give em food for thought
And I still do the dishes
I ain't see you calling
I was balling must of missed it
It's the it's the it's the
Bitch get you some business
You a fucking fool if you thought I wasn't going get it .
High grade shit
I stay lit
I wave shit
Calamari with the grits
High grade
Grade A bitch
Fat fly nigga
Making home run hits
High grade shit
I stay lit
I wave shit
Calamari with the shrimp
High grade shit
Grade A Bitch
Fat fly nigga
Making home run hits
Written by:
Aljaray Gaston, Ryan Bogan
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