[Intro: Lil Wyte]
Yeah! Yeah, it's your boy Lil Wyte, what up? I be gettin' sick and tired of foes fuckin' with my high, man. Man, I be tryin' to get lifted! Isolated Beingz, y'all don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout, man? Isolated Beingz bitch! Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm sick of this shit, bruh! Sick of it! Sick of motherfuckers fuckin' with my high! My high! Just let me be! Let me be! You know who I am. W-Y-T-E. Yeah! Wyte Music! Oh yeah! Hypnotize Minds, ho! Yeah!
[Verse 1: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
It's Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll with The Isolated Beingz
So crack your blunts, grind your tree, go ahead and roll your green
Pop them pills, get drunk (Yup!), fuck it, do all three
Smoked out from Baltimore all the way to Memphis, Tennеssee
I treat you like a blunt and split your ass down the middlе
Rip out all your guts, ain't no need for hospitals
I'm leaving you dead on arrival, if you fuck with my high, I'm liable
To crack your ass on a 40 ounce bottle, Ruthless Rob gon' turn homicidal
You fuckin' with my high sellin' seeds and stems
You caught in a lie sayin' you were my friend
Why you gotta imply that we just another trend?
I don't ever want you comin' to another show again
Yeah, your boy be chiefin', stop geekin' before I leave you leakin'
Just past the spliff and proceed to stop your fuckin' preachin'
I'm seekin' for the greenery when there ain't no reason why
Every time I spark a blunt you fuckin' with my high, die
[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep fuckin' with my high, pay good money for this weed
Stop fuckin' with my high before you fuckin' die
Yeah! Yeah, it's your boy Lil Wyte, what up? I be gettin' sick and tired of foes fuckin' with my high, man. Man, I be tryin' to get lifted! Isolated Beingz, y'all don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout, man? Isolated Beingz bitch! Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm sick of this shit, bruh! Sick of it! Sick of motherfuckers fuckin' with my high! My high! Just let me be! Let me be! You know who I am. W-Y-T-E. Yeah! Wyte Music! Oh yeah! Hypnotize Minds, ho! Yeah!
[Verse 1: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
It's Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll with The Isolated Beingz
So crack your blunts, grind your tree, go ahead and roll your green
Pop them pills, get drunk (Yup!), fuck it, do all three
Smoked out from Baltimore all the way to Memphis, Tennеssee
I treat you like a blunt and split your ass down the middlе
Rip out all your guts, ain't no need for hospitals
I'm leaving you dead on arrival, if you fuck with my high, I'm liable
To crack your ass on a 40 ounce bottle, Ruthless Rob gon' turn homicidal
You fuckin' with my high sellin' seeds and stems
You caught in a lie sayin' you were my friend
Why you gotta imply that we just another trend?
I don't ever want you comin' to another show again
Yeah, your boy be chiefin', stop geekin' before I leave you leakin'
Just past the spliff and proceed to stop your fuckin' preachin'
I'm seekin' for the greenery when there ain't no reason why
Every time I spark a blunt you fuckin' with my high, die
[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep fuckin' with my high, pay good money for this weed
Stop fuckin' with my high before you fuckin' die
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