Letra de White Lines - Jim Jones

(Feat. Dyce Payso)

Higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Uh, don't ever (S.O.O.N. Productions)

Jomo

I been outside since it was a nick for a bag (Bag)

It was called gettin' money before we was gettin' to a bag (Check me out)

We was goin' to the rink and the bitches was all bad (K3)

When you had to be fresh, before the drip, there was the swag (Saucy)

I told Justin Laboy that I was hustlin', boy (Respectfully)

I took a few trips and bought a couple of toys

Secret indictments, we started duckin' the boys

Man, we had the fishscale like we was fuckin' with koi (You hear me?)

Niggas eatin' popcorn until we started makin' movies (Action)

I'll put some money on your ass like I was partyin' with Boosie (Bars)

Tryna stuff two baddies in this car with the two seat (How?)

Packed the lil' baby eighty like that star up on QC (Lil Baby, what's up?)

I said what I said, nigga, I can't take it back (Uh-uh)

I'm gettin' all this bread, man, I can't take a nap (I'm gettin' it)

We used the floor as a bed, we was movin' grams out the trap (Rr)

They snatched Rog in the feds, he was on the Am', on the track

Shit, you know who I am on this track (Jomo)

Niggas don't sell drugs no more, niggas, they scam for them stacks

Price of life is cheap, and a couple grand, you get clapped

Niggas is hoppin' out the May' and we got the blammers in the back (Oh)

If you know what I know, nigga, would understand where I'm at (Chill)

If you go where I go, that's where them animals is at (Hoo-hoo)

If I tell 'em go, nigga, they'll turn your candle into wax (Doo-doo-doo)

I'll have them ooters pop out with them bandanas on the MAC (Oot-oot)

Sellin' drugs was my attraction

All the baddies in my direction

You gotta clock it, baby, when you in my section

Spendin' money, that's my obsession

I know these niggas itchin' to try

This a different Byrdgang, you fuck with Jim, you gon' die

Got the grip on the side, never switch on my guys

You know Blanco got them shooters and they cookin' you, pie, uh

Fuck what you did back then, this is my time

You niggas stop bein' broke and find time

You niggas rappin' what I live, rappin' what I did

Niggas know I been trappin' since a kid

God took my brother, think I'm playin' with karma?

Nigga, you die when I see you, I ain't playin' with drama

Remember playin' with mama, hit your face with the llama

Shit never went good, I was faced with the trauma, uh

I'll get you shot in true life, my MAC bug

Ain't no serve on his fam, my max bold

I really beat bodies, check my background

When it's up, then it's up, ain't no back down

Sellin' drugs was my attraction

All the baddies in my direction

You gotta clock it, baby, when you in my section

Spendin' money, that's my obsession

Higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

(S.O.O.N. Productions)

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