Highlife - FRVRFRIDAY

She don’t even smoke like that

But she wanna try my drugs

Everything just adds up

Niggas need to bag her

Na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na

I feel like Jodeci baby

R&B nigga in his prime time

Young FRVR pull up in night time

Young FRVR be in your timeline

I turn your bitch to a groupie

I turn your script to a movie

I turn your sauce to a smoothie

I turn my pan to a uzi (That's right)

Might get blood on the white tee

Gotta get rid of my rivals

You can get popped if you try to

I’m coming for your vitals and your title

Money, cash cash, money vital

Money cash fast, money cycle

She just want drugs and the vinyls

She want my drugs, drugs, drugs

She want my drugs

She want my drugs

She want my drugs, drugs, drugs

I just wanna live a highlife

I just wanna live a fast life

My life faker than a sci-fi

Faker than your eyesight

They want me to get a major (yeah shit)

I might get it later

They want Friday in a crater

I want Friday on a freighter

I guess they can’t see what I see

They can’t be what I be

Traded my sneakers for keys

I might show you the keys for free

(I might show you the keys for free

I might show you the keys for free)

(Show you the keys for free)