Lyrics The High - Yung Swiss

She ain't 'bout that life
But she kinda nice
Should I make her mine
She ain't ready for the high

Yeah she know what I get blunted
All of my niggas are stoners
All of my OGs are gangsta
All of my bitches got money like Oprah
I know she fucks with the homey
But I don't think that she ready
Baby my life is a movie
Everyday gotta to get it
All my niggas on the plane
Roll the jet let it go around
Even mama know I'm on my way
I just hold it I can hold it down
Nigga get the fam out the hood
Put those little ones in school
Get it done then I'm good
Send the racks to the crew
I need a girl that can talk with me
Take a jog
Run the world with me
She a girl from a good city
Baby can I take you to the hood with me
Ain't that bad when you get to know it
Even better when your man's famous
I'm tryna take her to my kasi
But her pops say he's just not with it

Started with nothing but look how I came up
I told you this shit was gon pay off
I told you I don't need a day off
I need a girl I can build with
Start a hustle make a mill with
Need somebody I can chill with
Fuck around and raise a kid with
Usually I don't fall for 'em
Get the pussy then it's run fast
But your type don't just come around
Plus your head game just mind blowing
Your head game just mind blowing
Had to say it twice so they get it right
How I wish she could spend the night
But she not ready for the high