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High Jack Video (MV)




Performed By: Record Boy
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Collin Innes




Record Boy - High Jack Lyrics
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My bitch bad
It hurt 'em bad
Poppin' tags
Why they mad
I'm getting cash
It come in fast
I got the stash
In a backpack
Why they on my back
I just came home on an airplane
I'm tryna go raw, she got a nuva ring
Still cocaine on her nose ring
She just know me by my show name
I want my style back
Y'all just hijack
If I fly her out, she can't fly back
She gimme long texts like a paragraph
And she gimme long neck like a giraffe
I could keep going, tryna leave this earth
I gotta look down then I see the dirt
I'm tryna get higher, f*ck nothing works
I'm tryna get higher until nothing hurts
I'm tryna get revenge, I might get a burst
Ice on my chest, yeah, just like a shirt
Remember all them nights dreaming 'bout a vert
I was on my own nothing f*cking worse
F*ck this, f*ck not being rich
I'm tryna make it out, but that cannot happen quick
Every time I drop, it's a f*cking hit
I'm looking up ahead and it don't look like this
I just came home on an airplane
I'm tryna go raw, she got a nuva ring
Still cocaine on her nose ring
She just know me by my show name
I know she gonna call before the phone ring
You should stick around me, they all so lame
I cannot be seen with a no name
No, I cannot be seen with a no name
Anymore, I don't show no love anymore
Downward dog, yeah you know I'm all up in her core
Getting all this money and I stuff it in my drawers
Stacking all this money now it's falling on the floor
Activist, the devil on my shoulder I might let him in
I'm going late night, David Letterman
I'm f*cking up a check in the Carlton, and they want in
My bitch bad
It hurt em bad
Popping tags
Why they mad
I'm getting cash
It come in fast
I got the stash
In a backpack
Why they on my back
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My bitch bad
It hurt 'em bad
Poppin' tags
Why they mad
I'm getting cash
It come in fast
I got the stash
In a backpack
Why they on my back
I just came home on an airplane
I'm tryna go raw, she got a nuva ring
Still cocaine on her nose ring
She just know me by my show name
I want my style back
Y'all just hijack
If I fly her out, she can't fly back
She gimme long texts like a paragraph
And she gimme long neck like a giraffe
I could keep going, tryna leave this earth
I gotta look down then I see the dirt
I'm tryna get higher, f*ck nothing works
I'm tryna get higher until nothing hurts
I'm tryna get revenge, I might get a burst
Ice on my chest, yeah, just like a shirt
Remember all them nights dreaming 'bout a vert
I was on my own nothing f*cking worse
F*ck this, f*ck not being rich
I'm tryna make it out, but that cannot happen quick
Every time I drop, it's a f*cking hit
I'm looking up ahead and it don't look like this
I just came home on an airplane
I'm tryna go raw, she got a nuva ring
Still cocaine on her nose ring
She just know me by my show name
I know she gonna call before the phone ring
You should stick around me, they all so lame
I cannot be seen with a no name
No, I cannot be seen with a no name
Anymore, I don't show no love anymore
Downward dog, yeah you know I'm all up in her core
Getting all this money and I stuff it in my drawers
Stacking all this money now it's falling on the floor
Activist, the devil on my shoulder I might let him in
I'm going late night, David Letterman
I'm f*cking up a check in the Carlton, and they want in
My bitch bad
It hurt em bad
Popping tags
Why they mad
I'm getting cash
It come in fast
I got the stash
In a backpack
Why they on my back
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Writer: Collin Innes
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