[Verse 1: R.a.W.]
Can I jump up on this microphone and get gone in the wind
I'm staring eye-to-eye when the end going, can't get it again
I got that cottonmouth that you talking 'bout
I'm player Abdul
With the big fat tack, leaning back, sitting smacked up in the Malibu
R-r-roof was painting, humpback in my seat and heavily nodding my head
Tripping off this freestyle shit, then me and C just said
We both agree trynna get ahead
Trynna have the finer things in life
Every time we step on stage we snapping cameras and mics
It's out of sight in my night
I smoked up to the top
And passed that faygo we go and maize a nigga
[Chorus: R.a.W.]
So high (so high)
So high
So high
So high
I'm so high
So high
So high
So high
I'm so high
So high
So high
So high
I'm so high
Can I jump up on this microphone and get gone in the wind
I'm staring eye-to-eye when the end going, can't get it again
I got that cottonmouth that you talking 'bout
I'm player Abdul
With the big fat tack, leaning back, sitting smacked up in the Malibu
R-r-roof was painting, humpback in my seat and heavily nodding my head
Tripping off this freestyle shit, then me and C just said
We both agree trynna get ahead
Trynna have the finer things in life
Every time we step on stage we snapping cameras and mics
It's out of sight in my night
I smoked up to the top
And passed that faygo we go and maize a nigga
[Chorus: R.a.W.]
So high (so high)
So high
So high
So high
I'm so high
So high
So high
So high
I'm so high
So high
So high
So high
I'm so high
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