Lyrics High Notes - Ace Apollo , SLiC CheauxLove

She can't sing a lick
I fuck her good
She hitting high notes
Don't sell me dreams
I got my own, we don't buy those
My niggas pull up with that Rod
Like they Rylo
Tell them I love them today
They could die tomorrow
You gon lead or you gon follow
Never thought I'd keep a pistol
Filled with hollows
New backyard I turn Atlanta into Cabo
In public I won't speak but her head was fye though
She can't sing a lick
I keep her hitting high notes

There go that nigga slic he stay fly though
I love to hit from the back and she love to ride though
Kicking shit like tae bo
We knew this shit wasn't going to be easy
Don't get tired bro
Always switch it up for the niggas think they know my flow
Twelve got my nigga
Feds think they know my bro
She might comment every picture
But that's not my hoe
I see niggas dying fast
So now I drive slow
I got them loving my sound
Apple Watch turn to Richard Millie bust down
She throw her hands up
Everytime I touch down
Calling me daddy and she ain't even my child
Can't fuck with these niggas until I feel they vibe out
No envy in my heart I keep on running my route
All about my business
Might just pull a tie out
She gon hit them notes I slide in and slide out
If you a freak let me find out

She can't sing a lick
I fuck her good
she hitting high notes
Don't sell me dreams
I got my own, we don't buy those
My niggas pull up with that Rod
Like they Rylo
Tell them I love them today
They could die tomorrow
You gon lead or you gon follow
Never thought I'd keep a pistol
Filled with hollows
New backyard I turn Atlanta into Cabo
In public I won't speak but her head was fye though
She can't sing a lick
I keep her hitting high notes

Devil in the red dress
Louboutin stilettos
Classy as you want to be
But you straight out the ghetto
I ain't pressed but I'm impressed
You had me at hello
I got the girl of my dreams singing falsetto
She say I know how rappers be so I assume the worst
I never gave Artist a chance
Apollo you the first
Wonder what brought us together
Must be the universe
My biggest fan she be rocking all my Newest Merch
I juggle life with all my talents trying to find balance
And I admit that it's a challenge but somehow I manage
Listen while I draw
While I'm painting on this canvas
My vision between me and God
You might not understand it
I'm from the ugly
In them trenches it get treacherous
Where they pouring up that wok
With out no measurements
I bought Dior my closet clean
Ain't no more skeletons
Now I rock the Cartier skeleton

She can't sing a lick
I fuck her good
She hitting high notes
Don't sell me dreams
I got my own, we don't buy those
My niggas pull up with that Rod
Like they Rylo
Tell them I love them today
They could die tomorrow
You gon lead or you gon follow
Never thought I'd keep a pistol
Filled with hollows
New backyard I turn Atlanta into Cabo
In public I won't speak but her head was fye though
She can't sing a lick
I keep her hitting high notes