I'm Higher G ft. Star Lyrics

Gimme a beat

Yung Thicc Boi, I keep you on your feet

I'm 'bout to drop the heat

Uh

Ain't that sweet?

Here come the beat for a G

Freedom march all over the faces of slave owners

They don't know what hit them

I'm stereo just like Jensen

I marry hoes just so I can get them

I eat shit like din-din

I turn that tiff into a coffin

I was high while jotting this

I'm higher bitches

Higher G

Higher G

Higher G

Higher G

Higher G

I'm higher G

I'm higher G

Fuckin with a bitch

She suckin' on his dick

Glock with a clip

Homie ain't know shit

Abstract like q-tip

I'm fucking up the game

I seem insane

Don't know who's to blame

Bob or James

Yeah

Here Come The Star!

Yeah

This Yung Thicc Boi

You heard it right here boi, this Patrick Starr

If you can't trust me, who can you trust?

Real street shit

Datpiff exclusive

Yeah

I'm 'bout to ride the beat out

Yeah

Yeah!

YEAH!

Yeah yeah

Fuckin' with the gang

Fuckin' with the gang

Don't fuck with the gang or you'll look insane

Aye!

Yung Thicc Boi

Yung Thicc Boi

I don't give a shit, I'll fuck your bitch