(Zay, 98)

[Pre Chorus: Rocco]
Bae don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
Just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line?
I’m balenciaga dripping, I need racks inside
On full pockets my jeans (Oh-woah)
Light a blunt filled with my weed
I stand with steppas all in my team

[Chorus: YSN Flow & Rocco]
Please don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
I do drugs that I need, please don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
I been praying on my knees, please don’t blow my high (Blow my high)
I been feeling like a feen, I mix percocets with the lean (Percocets with the lean)
I just ask that you please don’t blow my high

[Verse: YSN Flow]
Backwood with three five (Three five)
Take one hit it make me feel alive
Close my eyes I see demons in my mind
I want revenge I’m thinking homicides
All the times they fooled me with the lies
All the times I watched my momma cry (Yeah-yeah)
All the times a n***a coulda died
But these n***as never felt no hard times
Am I doing right or wrong life complicated
I’m only giving my bitch conversations (Conversations)
Relate to the pain that a young n***a facing
I’m so sick of the losses but tryna stay patient (Tryna stay patient)
Talks with Devonta he say I’m gon’ make it
I do this shit for my family not greatness (Greatness)
Used to lay down with no blanket
I still wake up and get faded, yeah
[Pre Chorus: Rocco]
Bae don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
Just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line?
I’m balenciaga dripping I need racks inside (Racks inside)
On full pockets my jeans (Ooh-woah)
Light a blunt filled with my weed
I stand with steppas all in my team

[Chorus: YSN Flow & Rocco]
Please don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
I do drugs that I need, please don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
I been praying on my knees, please don’t blow my high (Blow my high)
I been feeling like a feen, I mix percocets with the lean (Percocets with the lean)
I just ask that you please don’t blow my high

[Verse: YSN Flow]
Medication I abuse yeah
Backstabbers who I knew yeah
Fuck me over did me fool yeah
Turned me up and made me rude yeah
Alcohol inside the double cup
Same emotions I don’t really give a fuck
Get a bag get it gon’ make it double up
She know I got my stick I won’t knuckle up
This for the gang of soldiers
They gon’ judge us but don’t know us, yeah, yeah
I put my pain on this toaster, heat this bitch up if they close up, yeah, yeah
Gon’ put my mum in that rover one day I already told her, yeah, yeah
Have so much weight on my shoulders
Lord I can’t wait ‘till it’s over, yeah, yeah
Ain’t buying shit that they sell
I still get packs through the mail
Bro I don’t bail
Everyday fighting for freedom I pray he don’t go see a cell
He wake up pop a perky that’s a thirty
I really don’t know how my big brother fell
But I just pray that he heal from all of the shit
That he go through that he never tell
[Outro: Rocco]
Bae don’t blow my high (Don’t blow my high)
Just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
I’m balenciaga dripping, I need racks inside (Racks inside)
On full pockets my jeans (Ooh-woah)
Light a blunt filled with my weed
I stand with steppas all in my team (Ooh)