021KID - Highfive

021kid on the beat
Ramtin
(say less)


Honestly
I don’t know why they hating on me
Probably cuz i got this paper on
I’m in vip with babes only
She shake it on

(let's go)

Lately, man been hanging around in jd
For a nike
Checking out that baby in the queue she kind of wifey
Cursing down to elgin in my coupe holla at my g
My music seems my lifestyle even off the ig

Popping at your party while you going for the night night
(we popping)
Mandem pick your shawty up while you trynna get highfive
My left hand on her bra i take it off with the blind eye
Now my ex bitch come to me with 13 reason why cuz

Chores :

I've got hundred thousand in me pocket
23 you see me i’m so fly cuz


I be chillin’ at the wharf rooftop with your biddie
Getting topped off


I run up a bag
Bitch i ain’t looking for no drama

Haters be mad
Cuz now they see me i just come up

I get music money
No running from the copper

End of the summer

(yeah yeah yeah)

I’m sorry for the wait
But baby i do better when it’s late
I’m on the way now
It’s hard to leave the bank
But maybe we should hop inside the wraith and get away now
Maybe i’m the one to change your mind
(i could change it)
Baby you should let me change your life, ah yeah
I could take a wrong and make it right
(fuck a hater)
But baby i just want it for tonight, ah yeah

I've just got a bad b
She is a little cranky
Jumping in the back seat
I take her home with taxi
Jiggy on my snap chat and
Stories on my gramzy
I be balling on them noobies like
I’m gordon ramzi



Vvs on my necklace
Yeezy on my trainers
Gyal said she were in love with me before i get famous
Baby girl i promise that i treat you like my main chick
And i dont give a fuck about them haters



Lately man been hanging around in jd
For a nike
Checking out that baby in the queue she is kind of wifey
Cursing down to elgin in my coupe holla at my g
My music seems my lifestyle even off the ig


Poppin’ at your party but you going for the night-night
Brodi pick a shorty, why you tryna get a high-five?
Left hand on the money, i could count count it with a blind eye
(now my ex bitch come to me with 13 reasons why cuz)

I got 100-thousand in my pocket
Flying through your city, i’m so fly cuz
I be chillin’ at the wharf rooftop with your biddie
Getting topped off
I’m a top dog
Haters talking give ‘em lockjaw ’til it falls off
Tell your shorty she can call off ’til i go soft
Until that money run up
I be working ’til the sun up
End of the summer