Scoe - RNS lyrics
rate meToo high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
Dipping through the city with my lights off
I got my ice on and with a nice jones
Sipping white Patrone, white team diggies and my Nikes on
I like the flow, something like a boss, one like to ball
All for one, nigga, one for all, fuck all y’all
I’mma keep on doing my thing, nigga, with or without y’all
Label me a rebel, starting trouble, I’m an outlaw
See them … one blow, hit ‘em like bam!
Mouth, jaw, get ‘em with the right hand and I go South Pole
I smoke a lot of weed, I don’t know about y’all
Do a lot of E, I don’t know about y’all
Fuck a lot of hoes, I don’t know about y’all
But I never let a bitch be my downfall
‘Cause I’m too fly, blow that cloud into the sky
Smell so strong it burn my nose, smoke so thick it burn my eyes
Low pro sitting on white walls, when the night falls I’m in the night fog
I’m too high, staring in the mirror like, “Who am I?”
Stupefied, it’s suicide, go and pick your poison, nigga, you decide
Flip a coin and got two sides, both heads, no tail
I’mma get some head in my hotel
Half a ki’ in my motorboat, half of P in my overcoat
Hold it in, don’t draw smoke till you can’t smoke …
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
That’s real nigga shit
Pills in the fifth, fish scales in the pimp
Scaling the whip
Hold it in, don’t draw smoke till you can’t smoke
Word of broke, go for broke, hope I don’t overdose
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
That’s real nigga shit
Pills in the fifth, fish scales in the pimp
Scaling the whip
Hold it in, don’t draw smoke till you can’t smoke
Word of broke, go for broke, hope I don’t overdose
Two clips and a semi with the sides on
Snipers go, this new type of hoe
Right now we just probably ticking
No time for ticking, no time to fold
We got coke and pills, all kind of dope
Morphine, chlorazine, mushrooms, acid tabs
Bath sauce, I call it chlorine
Oxys, rocksies, mollies, zombies, sipping on Jack
Get enough stacks, I’m sitting on racks
Sipping on yay, …no holding back, coming, yeah, nigga roll the sack
Get twisted back while I load the Mac…
My car crash, my shoulder crack, my broken back, it’s a known fact
But I bounce right back and just like that
I’m putting this shit back on the map…this real nigga shit, no time to play around
…my killers will lay you down without making a sound
I been chilling in the cut, it’s time I came around and get going
My Philly niggas up, when I jig a bust, nigga duck, get him up, get him up
Stick him up, hold him up, hold him down, fuck that, pick him up
Young art to the O, let’s go, you don’t wanna go toe to toe
Hold it in, don’t draw smoke till you can’t smoke
Word of broke, go for broke, hit him with the .44
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
That’s real nigga shit
Pills in the fifth, fish scales in the pimp
Scaling the whip
Hold it in, don’t draw smoke till you can’t smoke
Word of broke, go for broke, hope I don’t overdose
