[Intro: Tracy]

KimJ On The Beat!

Ahhahaha

(Goddamn I'm high)

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh (Lil Tracy)

Tracy, Tracy, yah

Huh, you ain’t high as me (Sheesh, sheesh)

Yuh, yuh, yah, sheesh

Damn, high as fuck (Sheesh)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)

[Chorus]

Sheesh, sheesh, you ain't high as me

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, bitch, I'm off the leash

Leavin’ the club and she coming with me (Yeah)

Your bitch sucking and fucking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)

Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat

Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes

Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa

[Verse 1: King Zell]

I know you see me stuntin', that shit ain't bout nothin', yeah

I been getting money, now these bitches wanna love me, yeah

But it ain't no loving, yeah

Young nigga so fuckin' handsome got these hoes blushing, yeah

Hot like I’m over stove, I be in my glow

Now I’m in my mode, Super Saiyan on these hoes

She like, "Damn, you boys on fire" baby, I already know

Ready, Set, Go I'm fucking her fast but wanted me to go slow

Feel like Tracy, orange chicken, bitch, I’m sauce drippin'

Tryna copy my style, nigga, you be sauce flippin'

I'm a rockstar, baby, I’m so used to pimpin'

Busting these bitches and dippin'

Now that bitch wanna play me like a mission, but I'm not slippin' Yeah

[Chorus: Tracy]

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, you ain't high as me

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, bitch, I'm off the leash

Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)

Your bitch sucking and fucking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)

Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat

Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes

Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa

[Verse 2: Tay Harper]

Damn, damn, blunt like seven grams

Watch me do my dab, ooh, number one like cam

I don't want ya girl, boy, but she want my xans

I fed it to her, yup, she ate that bitch right out my hand

I'm a rockstar, rap-star, pop-star

No matter how you lookin' at it, bitch, I'm still a star

Lil baby got a way with Harper, now she in the stars

I want a Phantom, Mazi, Bentley and a Jaguar

She do exotic type of shit and she love my wrist

My gold like bling-bling and my diamonds dance like Chris

Louis V that's on my shades, barely see my eyes

We get so fuckin' high we feel paralyzed

[Chorus: Tracy]

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, you ain't high as me

Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, bitch, I'm off the leash

Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)

Your bitch sucking and fucking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)

Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat

Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes

Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa