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    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high

    I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
    Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me)
    She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
    I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
    Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
    Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
    (Get, get, get)

    I turn the Ritz into a poor house
    It's like eviction number four now
    Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
    Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
    And I feel my whole body peaking
    And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
    Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
    East coast, nigga repping North Side
    Never waste a hoe's time (Freebands)
    Bitch, I'm on my own time
    Fuck a nigga co-sign
    Always change my number and my phone line
    Baby girl, I don't lie
    Used to have no money for a crib
    Now my room service bill cost your whole life
    If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
    I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military
    I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

    Cause I'm always repping for that low life
    Repping for that low life turn up
    Low life, low life, low life
    Know I'm repping for that low, low life
    Representing, I'm representing, representing
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life, low life
    I'm representing for that low life
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    I'm repping, that's repping, I'm repping
    Low life, low life, low life
    Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
    Woo, woo, woo, woo
    Yeah

    Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
    I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
    If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
    If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
    Porches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
    Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
    Popping tags on tags, I was starving
    Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
    Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
    Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
    Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
    Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
    I turn the Ritz into a lean house
    This the sixth time getting kicked out
    I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
    Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty
    Running with the wave, get you killed quick
    Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
    Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
    My whole life, my whole life

    Cause I'm always repping for that low life
    Repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life
    Know I'm repping for that low, low life
    Representing, I'm representing, representing
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life, low life
    I'm representing that low life
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, I'm repping for that lowlife
    Low life, low life, low life
    Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
    Yeah

    Yeah, they stereotyping
    Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
    And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
    Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
    Yeah, they stereotyping
    Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
    And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
    And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
    Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
    Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
    That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
    I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
    That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
    I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
    Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
    I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    And I'm the reason why
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    And I'm the reason why

    I just took some molly, what else?
    Got some bitch from Follies with us
    She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
    I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
    Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
    Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club, what else?

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