21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Mad High Lyrics

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Mad High Lyrics
Mad High
21 Savage & Metro Boomin
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    "Mad High." - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

    Album: Savage Mode
    Track No: 07
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
    Savage sending hits like a wise guy
    I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
    ****, I be mad high, mad high, mad high
    Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
    ****, I keep mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
    Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew?
    Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe?
    So I can shoot a pussy **** out the roof
    I feel like Bishop, young ****, I got the juice
    I'm 'bout my check, lil' ****, like swoosh
    Yeah, I rap, but I'm still choppin' shit
    Pull up on your block and shit
    Extendos in them Glocks and shit
    21, we poppin' shit
    Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me 'cause I'm sinnin'
    I spent two thousand at the dentist
    This a foreign, little ****, not no Hemi
    We drinkin' Actavis, ain't drinkin' on no Remy
    21, 21
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
    Savage sending hits like a wise guy
    I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
    ****, I be mad high, mad high, mad high
    Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
    ****, I keep mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
    Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
    Pull up on a back street, roll the window down
    Pull up on a back street, another **** down
    That AK-47, turn your smile into a frown
    Bitch, I'm from the street, I turn that seven to a pound
    I left my baby mama, and I went and got a model
    You can't get no guala if you don't know how to swallow
    What the bumbaclot, I feel like Oscar's on my shoulder
    You say you gettin' money, but you usin' all your product
    I hit my first lick, and I spent that shit on Prada
    **** sneed dissin', I got shots for all your partners
    Bitch, I'm from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihana's
    I keep that two-two-three, I knock your head up out your Honda
    Narcotics on me, I be mad high
    Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
    Savage sending hits like a wise guy
    I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
    ****, I be mad high, mad high, mad high
    Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
    ****, I keep mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
    Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly

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