High As Hell - Intellectual

[Intro: YN Que]

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Damn, okay

Forty-five feet in the sky, boy, we high as hell

Just woke up in Miami, got me hot as hell

Just ran into an Italian with a mop for sale

Yeah, I'm in the palm trees

I was stuck deep in the trenches, man, I had to leave

Bro booked a flight to Miami and I had to see

Yeah, I'm talkin' Coochie Land

At the studio with chopsticks, I'm in sushi land

Bitch buttnaked in the room, I'm in hoochie land

Back to back Scat on rims, I'm in Rucci land (Wait, wait, wait)

I feel a calm breeze

Bitch chokin' all on my dick, let my balls breathe (Okay)

Tryna make my way to an M, let us all eat (Goddamn)

Thick bitch with small ankles— (What the fuck?)

Thick bitch with small ankles, she got small feet

Hah, hah

Bitch suckin' dick— ahh

Bitch suckin' dick on all fours, she got dog feet

Bitch walked in with hairy toes, she got paw feet

Chase a nigga with my shades on, look like Blade Runnin'

Night timе, all-black outfit, look like Blade Runnin'

I can see you tryna stop my shine, I see— ah

I can see you tryna— hеy

I can see you tryna stop my shine, I see shade comin'

Throwin' money in the club, I see rain comin'

Chest shot hit him in his heart, I feel pain comin'

Freak bitch tryna give me head, I feel brain comin' (Nyah)

New location for the spot, but I'm still on the L with it

Tell the truth, I can't trust you if you tell business

Love my mama and my granny, I'ma keep my distance

Yeah, I really rap my life, I'm still in the trenches

Man, it's really niggas pillow talkin' to the bitches

And we still hit 'em, that make you look silly

My uncle was the snowman, I never met Jeezy

I'll trap them bitches out and then toss the Yeezys

My line up and runnin', jumpin' like a beeper

I done made bitches tap out on ten fingers

It's some shit I cannot say, I'ma keep a secret

These dubs lookin' light 'cause these bitches sticky