Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Different Kind of High , by - Bodega Bamz. Release date: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Different Kind of High |
| Live from the Bodega, shh V’Don, yeah |
| This is a different kind of high |
| Nigga, what you want? |
| I can get it |
| This is a different kind of high |
| Nigga, what you want? |
| I can get it |
| This is a different kind of high, nigga, what you want? |
| I can supply it in the middle of the hood with a piece for violence |
| Me and minds never speak, we silent like up in the air |
| They say need for firing, my gun talk biz, never personnel |
| Dump him in the woods with that service, you can hear me now |
| Good sense of juvenile, see me now, I brung wins to the loser crowd |
| Tryna feel the wind in a Porsche '91, one with a booming sound |
| Old school but still a child of the ghetto, fan of G Dep but he gone |
| I bring it to ya chest like a pawn, don’t cry me a river |
| You up shit’s creek and I’m pissing in your pond |
| David ain’t dressing King Kong, young niggas living life so gone |
| Don’t ask about mainstream nigga, we on, we one |
| The number two don’t look familiar unless we number two on these niggas |
| Word, I look good, feel better, live free, die soon, maybe so |
| I ain’t checking, I ain’t messing around, just hear my records |
| I ain’t messing around, just hear my records, just put my message in a bottle |
| Drunk off revenge, I’m about to catch a red rum |
| Sometimes you gotta play like you dumb but I will do whatever for my son |
| And I will talk to anyone if the price right, being loyal don’t pay the light |
| I ain’t the waiting type, off the top, I don’t wait and type |
| I still got weight, type shook, I move light, picture me now |
| When no one’s in sight, gimme a beautiful death lord, I roll light |
| Roll up the hate, exhale love |
| I ain’t got a price and you ain’t got the lungs |
| Different kind of high I supply ya |
| Different kind of high I supply ya |
| Roll up the hate, exhale love |
| I ain’t got a price and you ain’t got the lungs |
| Different kind of high I supply ya |
| Different kind of high I supply ya |
| This a different kind of high, chanclas different kind of fly |
| I don’t talk slick, I’m a different kind of sly, my fam ready |
| We driven like Andretti, we hit with sniper precision |
| No twitching, the hand steady, death in the third world |
| Where dictators is killing kids, kingpins are laundering cash |
| ‘Cause they filthy rich, I put it all in a bag, homie, it’s well concealed |
| Calfskin Louie and I use the rest of cow for veal |
| Tell me how it feel to walk behind a giant |
| I don’t carry my cross, I drag it ‘cause I’m defiant |
| And I can fucking bury you gods, I’m like Pontius Pilate |
| So blast for me, brrraaat, now stop the violence |
| We shop for violence, now we purchasing pain |
| And if it doesn’t hurt, this ain’t no personal gain |
| I done been through so much, I know my worth in the game |
| So go ahead and try to hurt me again and this a different kind of high |
| Yeah ‘cause Latins going Platinum was destined to come |
| Yeah ‘cause Latins going Platinum was destined to come |