Lyrics HIII - Lee Scott, Milkavelli, Sniff

HIII

I’m uncomfy in me comfort zone
Turn the music down I wanna listen to me stomach groan
Invite you to your own mother’s home
Like, come through laaa!
Now leave me the fuck alone
I’m full of shit like Ollie’s Trolly
Trucker hit me head, popped off like Polly’s Dolly
Make it rain
Dirty money pop the Brolly
I’m gettin high off wealth like sorry Wally
You can find yourself
I’m in the HQ
Tryna organize the pelt, Michael Phelps designer health
Eyes of stealth
Reflective shades
Veridian thrill seeker, sweg for days
Crocodile Dundee in the everglades
Freshly shaved with helicopter propeller blades
I fix me neighbors boat like a grown up
Then light the rollup
And dish wash a Styrofoam cup
I used to get high then I dropped the 'G' 'H'
Now I just say «HIII do you wanna be mates?
Sweg level off the PH
Sweg level off the PH (2x)
In a go-kart
There’s no passin' him
Me and Sniff sniffin' till the notes start rippin'
Lookin' like he’s got a bit of Goyard in him
I mean I need to go home so, no hard feelings
Yup, that took a cold hard minute
So last minute, sorry, i’m so last minute with it
Init?
Oh yeah, you’re so hard init?
New champ tee I look so hard in it, init?
Very surprised, cemetery looks nice
Comfy buried alive
Paper selling me lies
I hope that editor dies
Live a menacing vibe
Sittin' very reclined
Wanted dead or alive, but shit I already died
Bumpin' Ready to Die
Color red in my eyes
I got the devil inside
Is it the left or the right?
Drivin' left and behind
Too much sweg for words
You couldn’t spell if you tried
I used to get high then I dropped the 'G' 'H'
Now I just say «HIII do you wanna be mates?
Sweg level off the PH
Sweg level off the PH (2x)
Yo, they say I got my head in the sky
I’ll tell you that i’m crazy, look you dead in the eye
K-k-keep blazin' till i’m heroin high
It was all so perfect, but everything died
I’m still alive killing time
I need to re-up on these pills of mine (Xanax)
Misadventures with a blurry vision
Work or prison, but no one wants to learn or listen
Fuck 'em
Toast a L and watch Dave Chapelle
Late as hell
This tape fuckin' made it’s self (True story)
Your shit couldn’t make itself
Heard your shit, and the tape didn’t make the shelf
Hopeless bragadocious
Focus, it’s all in the motion
Vacuum pack potent
Lil' cut the pack open
I used to get high then I dropped the 'G' 'H'
Now I just say «HIII do you wanna be mates?
Sweg level off the PH
Sweg level off the PH (2x)