[Intro – spoken/ad-lib over rising phonk bass] Yeah… higher than a kite be Dripped up, Nike on, they already know Bitch I might be [Verse 1] Bitch I might be higher than a kite be Highly likely rockin’ Nike, dripped up draped out Hoes already know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout I’m a ‘bout it ‘bout it savage You a doubt it doubt it, never have it Touch it feel it rub it love it Suck it fuck it, kick the bucket Crusted old and dusted, sour face lookin’ busted They was never to be trusted I’m a dog, bitch — you mustard [Pre-Chorus] Mass drip, glass rip, that ass I hit Fly the shit, must admit She got that pink tight grip Just the tip or get the whip [Chorus] On my own again, no girl no friend Won’t pretend, learn to blend, plot revenge Unread, no send, fake friends pretend I’m fine — it’s time to remove this shadow Mass drip, glass rip, that ass I hit Strip then dip, reload the clips Unload the bricks, we do not miss Come catch these fists, ya bitch Cyber flex, mist with a glitch We gettin’ rich and shit [Verse 2] Talk cheap, got cane Numb the pain, at least maintain Steady gain again and again Stacked scars like loose change Blacked-out range She choose to do this Taught me how to use and abuse this Woke up, wrote goals on the wall Every line a little war I recall If my heart still beats, I stay in it Long-game vision, every minute we winnin’ [Pre-Chorus] Mass drip, glass rip, that ass I hit Fly the shit, must admit She got that pink tight grip Just the tip or get the whip [Chorus] On my own again, but I don’t break I bend Step by step I drag my shadow Through the fire, through the shallow I won’t die the way I came I keep runnin’ through the rain On my own I make it matter Want better So I climb faster [Bridge – half-time, heavy drop coming] Who am I if I stop now? Just a story that burned out So I hold tight to this hunger Make my name out of this thunder [Final Chorus – full energy, stacked ad-libs] On my own again, but I don’t break I bend Step by step I drag my shadow Through the fire, through the shallow I won’t die the way I came I keep runnin’ through the rain On my own I make it matter Want better So I climb faster Mass drip, glass rip, that ass I hit Strip then dip, reload the clips We gettin’ rich and shit Yeah — we gettin’ rich and shit [Outro] Bitch I might be… Higher than a kite be… (fade with phonk siren + 808 slide)
