Lyrics Eli Sostre – High Grade

High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah
Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

Relationships start to get borin’
The one that you call in the mornin’
Your friends, they don’t look the same
You got a thing for my pain
Truly, I’m feelin’ the vibe
I do this, I don’t got the time
For all of the calls and the texting
All of the bitchin’ and stressin’
I bet that you wasn’t around
I bet that you look for me now
When I needed somethin’ to love
I ain’t have nobody to love
Spendin’ your time in the club
I’m like: «Fuck all this rap shit»
You hate when I’m off of these percs
You just can’t deal with the madness

High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah
Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah

I got the city on ten
City on fire since I dropped a tape
My momma need a new Benz
Can’t fuck with none of these snakes
Make sure my niggas is straight
They got some food on they plates (you know)
I got some things on my mind (whoa)
I know you got what it takes
Baby, I’m fucked up (baby, I’m fucked up)
Baby, I lucked out (baby, I lucked out)
Baby, I love ya (baby, I love ya)
Just can’t trust ya (just can’t trust ya)
I been tryna find the time
I been tryna find the wave
Girl, I wish that I could stay
There ain’t nothin’ left to say

High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah
Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah
Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

Ay
New Pirelli ’bout to count the millions, I ain’t trippin’, my nigga
The come up breedin’ all the hate, so you look at me differently, nigga
Fuck a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my nigga (give me my word)
Play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, nigga
I give a fuck ’bout a scene bitch (fuck all these hoes)
I’m from the block, I done seen it before
I made my funds on some clean shit
I’m off some Hov and Bean shit, yeah
Where have you been?
You ain’t workin’, play the bench, yeah
Cop a burger for my bitch, yeah
Need a Prezi for the wrist, yeah
I told my momma I’ll cop her a Rari
Momma, I’m sorry, it should’ve been sooner
I got a girl and I ain’t tryna ruin her
Shoutout to all of the bitches that blew it
I got you feelin’ the change (yeah)
Now you wonder where I been
Now it’s like back in the day
Baby, I ain’t seen you since, yeah
Fadeaway, feelings fade away (woo)
Hoop earring like I’m Michael J
Bullet holes in the windows (woo)
Lost some homies man, it hurtin’ still
I might just pull up in drops now
She gave me top with the top down
I blow the herb out the sunroof (woo)
Phone ringin’ cause I’m high now, yeah