Ft. The Weekend 

(Interlude)
Everybody gettin' high
Gettin' high, gettin' high, gettin' high

(Intro: Future)
I just took sum' molly, what else?
Got sum' bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

(Verse: both)
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It's like eviction number four now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how ya go down
And I feel my whole body peakin'
And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide
Gettin' faded with sum' bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga reppin' North Side
Never waste a hoe's time (Freebands)
Bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost yo whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

(Hook: both)
Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life
Reppin' for that low life (turn up)
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm reppin' for that low, low life
(Representin', I'm representin', representin')
Said I'm reppin' for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
(I'm representin' for that low life)
Said I'm reppin' for that low life
(I'm reppin', that's reppin', I'm reppin')
Low life, low life, low life
(Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Yeah

(Verse 2: Future)
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
I been on the molly and them Xans with yo daughter
If she catch me cheatin', I will never tell her sorry (x2)
Porches in the valley, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Takin' pain pills on the plane, gettin' chartered
Poppin' tags on tags, I was starvin'
Bitch, I got the juice and carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, gettin' money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissin'
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This my sixth time gettin' kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fucking wave, now they salty
Runnin' with the wave, get ya killed quick
Shoot ya in yo back like ya Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

(Hook)

(Bridge: Future)
Yeah, they stereotypin'
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearin' diapers
Yeah, they stereotypin'
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That's yo wiffey, wiffey, wiffey, wiffey, wiffey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That's yo wiffey, wiffey, wiffey, wiffey, wiffey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that's yo wiffey, wiffey, wiffey, wiffey, wiffey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

(Interlude)
Gettin' high, gettin' high, gettin' high
Everybody gettin' high (x6)
Gettin' high, gettin' high, gettin' high
And I'm the reason why

(Outro: Future)
I just took sum' molly, what else?
Got sum' bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club, what else? (x2)