I'm Above You (feat. Aanex)

(Oh, yeah) You're such a drag Remember I was flirting back in class? You ain't give me play, you made me sad I done got to that cash Laughing off my ass to the bank, why you mad? Make sure when I'm on my way to the bank That I pass you All this shit I got, you could've had too, too bad, ooh You know I'm above you, baby, better check my latitude And watch the way you talk, 'cause you know I don't like no attitude I knew you were fake from the jump You know I can spot it from the cut 'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut All we want is money and the drugs, um Girl you think you low (Low) Girl you wanna go (Yeah) That mean you a hoe All that talk that you don't cheat That shit right there for show 'Cause he had you at 3:30 I had you at 4 Anyway I might pull up Bentley Truck I feel like a zombie 'cause I smoke dope and be dead Yeah, yeah Smoke dope and be dead Huh, I feel like a zombie 'cause I smoke dope and be dead Nigga talkin' tough shit, I'ma paint his ass red 223's, extensions, and you know the beam infrared Yeah, yeah Peel your fuckin' top back Pulled up in that drop-top, they can't top that, yeah I pull my dick out, told her, "Top that", yeah She dancin' on my dick, you know that's where the Glock at, yeah Moncler my coat, that's how I stand in the cold Me and Trippie, we back from the dead We on zombie mode Bitch, it's triple 9 and 1400 hoe Kel-Tec with the hunter scope, sendin' shots out the Hummer Bitch, it's triple 6 If you talk that shit, better walk that shit We on some walk down shit Pull up to your crib and we gon' walk down, bitch Bitch, you ain't no shooter, uh I don't do computers, uh I pull up and shoot you, uh Yeah, all this ice in my medulla, uh All these stones on my body, I feel like medusa, uh, yeah And my pockets hella wide just like Rasputia, yeah Yeah, and my pockets hella wide just like Rasputia, yeah You're such a drag Remember I was flirting back in class? You ain't give me play, you made me sad I done got to that cash Laughing off my ass to the bank, why you mad? Make sure when I'm on my way to the bank That I pass you All this shit I got, you could've had too, too bad, ooh You know I'm above you, baby, better check my latitude And watch the way you talk, 'cause you know I don't like no attitude Oh yeah, I fell for the thick bitch with long hair But I know that she don't love me for me It's the money, baby, don't even go there Hey, I would tell you "Slow your roll", but just stop it The more cash in my pocket, the more you get outta pocket You ain't runnin' up my cash, so you runnin' out of options It's obvious, you ain't got fifty cents or some common sense, hey (Oh yeah)