Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High End, artist - WestbayDate of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High End |
| Ain’t nobody wanna earn their stripes |
| They just wanna act hard, talk tough but they never wanna fight |
| Drive a hundred thousand dollar car, never wanna grind all night |
| Time to pull your card, time to see whose really about that life, |
| for too long yo I’ve been too nice |
| Ok now stand back |
| Everybody give me room, don’t be stepping on my air max |
| Let me do what I do, spit truth on these damn tracks |
| So high in the booth, why you think they call me ClimaX? |
| I’ll turn your city into Iraq, Everybody now |
| Rock with me as I switch the flow, money on the table, I get the dough |
| Yea your boy bad, I’m with Troy Ave, about five hoes and brick of blow (like |
| yeah, wooh) |
| Oh thats your girl? |
| Ya’ll two be a pair? |
| I fucked her last year (Uh), one more time |
| And this fake shit, it need to stop, I seen this mother fucker at the pizza shop |
| He had a 5 dollar bill and some crumpled up ones, and on Instagram he’s holding |
| up a knot, I’m like please (wooh) |
| Got a car and a bank account thats on E, so why ya girl chose me |
| Cause you don’t do it like this (up and down) |
| Drop top in the whip, you don’t do it like this (up and down) |
| Every night another bitch, you don’t do it like this (up and down) |
| Might do alotta that, you don’t do alotta this |
| That boy he wish, that he could do it like this (up and down) |
| Drop top in the whip, you don’t do it like this (up and down) |
| Every night another bitch, you don’t do it like this (up and down) |
| Might do alotta that, you don’t do alota this |
| Get money get rich, cause you don’t do it like this |
| Verse 2: Troy Ave |
| Two Glock nines automatic stash it pull it out then tote |
| Two hundred K for the yay I pay, and get it by the boat |
| Dope dealing, 4 wheeling profit off high hopes |
| Ski man, turned he-man, life is one big slope |
| Up and down like prayers from the pope |
| Play both sides prepare to be smoked |
| People gonna beg you, people gonna stress you |
| Shit my favorite word is nope |
| Self made, got loyalty to who get me paid |
| Royalty is what we obtain, through the smarts muscle and blood stains |
| It’s a art to hustle no front page, I’m flamboyant but low key |
| I want money, not no trophy, got enough gold in my roley |
| I came up gritty, got my name up you sh*tty |
| Now Troy Ave that n*gga, outta New York City (powder) |