Higher (Remix) Fashawn

Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

(DJ Ill Will)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Enough with the sentimental shit
I’m about to blow, nigga, keep the instrumental lit
Suited in the Pendleton I came to unclog these rap, blogs
Congrats hats off to Fashawn
You stupid?
I though I told you muthafuckas
Thought speculation was over when it wasn’t in the kitchen, like
You don’t know what’s in the oven?
I mean the shit is, fucking disgusting
How these lollipop sucker ass posing like they got it locked
Never go outside the box rappers, try me not
I’m off an OZ of GCK
Been moving at a slow speed for three days
Don’t ever try and come to the West
[Female voice: you ain’t never been to the West nigga?]
Without an extra lung, big gun, and a vest
Allow me to introduce you to your death
Opposite AK-47 F
Ha!