Birdman & Lil Wayne – High Lyrics

High

Birdman & Lil Wayne

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"High." - Birdman & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 11:26 am

Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 17

One 90 proof
Sublime in my shiny coop
Uptown is inside the both, shot down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolligag, leave out in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy **** but they'll 'lize, he's a killer behind the flash
Bossy **** so presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta add how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why I'm rich?
Brought a bag, brother get a **** high, I'm with
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're high, now you it, now you sit
Hardcore baby, yeah, hot cars, stop call, rockstar
What you know about it?
It's not for a baby unless you Weezy F. baby
And please say the baby when you say it motherfucker
Come on
Ridin' in my wheel, late night, left palm on my steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear view
But fuck them, 'cause I'm high
Yeah, baby, I'm so high
Again
Ridin' in my wheel, late night, left palm on my steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear view
But fuck them,'cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so high
See, we ride for flames, ****
A G to my name, ****
I dos my thing, ****
I'm gettin' this change, ****
So who's to blame, ****?
About the game, ****
They say that I did it, so fuck them ****
I gave the plan, ****
I gave the game, ****
I'm doin' my things, still fuck them ****
I know the lane, ****
I know the pain, ****
I know the famous, still fuck them ****
****, yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us
Eyein' the **** while we countin' down our hood riches
Thinkin' 'bout all the hood ****
Never got the chance to hit licks 'fore them six fingers
****, and if you doin' it how we done it (How we did it, bitch)
****, watch for the law
'Cause we knew when they were comin' (Hands up)
And every summer, I had Hummers, **** (Had Hummers, ****)
Spent a million dollars like it was nothin', ****
Come on
Ridin' in my wheel, late night, left palm on my steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear view
But fuck 'em, 'cause I'm high
Yeah, baby, I'm so high
Again
Ridin' in my wheel, late night, left palm on my steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear view
But fuck them 'cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so high
Check it
And no bitch can, and no **** want
Fuck with me, play with me, no
'Cause I got me, for sure
And I got these to blow, for sure
Come up, now if you feel me, put your guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the player haters, know that he's there
Bang that motherfucker, you pop that motherfucker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who Weezy baby
A hundred grand, you understand
Your wife would be fittin' me perfectly, exactly
Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock and roll, we can rock to my bed, yeah
Kamikaze shots, Patrón, have a glass yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she's bad
I let her clothes drop while she gone to my bed
And I gone to my bed, right behind her
Got a couple questions and that pussy
I pick tonight to find it 'em
I might go find 'em if I hit her right behind her
I get her how I got her
Now she diggin' my persona
She like a virgin, but like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryin' to roger
Until things fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it, understood
Come on
Ridin' in my wheel, late night, left palm on my steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear view
But fuck 'em, 'cause I'm high
Yeah, baby, I'm so high
Again
Ridin' in my wheel, late night, left palm on my steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear view
But fuck them 'cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so high

Writer(s): B. Williams, D. Carter & T-Mix.

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