[Intro]
High-High-High-High-
High, sippin' drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm high-high (Toasty!), sippin' drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank-drank pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high-high drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank-drank pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank, poppin' pills (Evil Poison Boys)
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank, poppin' pills (We make the best poison)

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
I ain't 'bout to play wit' you
Hell nah, I ain't layin' wit' you
Baby, I got bidness for you
Took to-Took to many beans, I can't sleep, I'm 'bout to get back up
She like, "Nephew, lay back down," fucked her while I'm standin' up
She ain't-She ain't got no AC, so the fan gon' cool my work off
She ain't got no Wi-Fi, she like, "Neph, cut the hotspot on" (It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
Opps ain't-Opps ain't got no data, tryna argue when they screen frozе
I wear that glick around an opp head like Pеtey Pablo
Bitch, I'm walkin' like I'm Nephew Brock Lesnar
My bitch Ronda Rousey
My wrist is too astounding
I might lost and found him
You ain't Big Meech, you B-Mickie
Talk behind my back, still wit' me
I'll do yo ass like B-Mickie (Toasty!)
Coulda killed you like B-Mickie
But I let you live like B-Mickie
N***a, I'm Lamar in that movie
Right when he first came home from jail
Walk in Burger King, slap the employee
Like, "You don't know my name?"
Opps only gettin' three views
Opps only got three pairs of shoes
The other one is your mans shoes
Them girls shoes, they make mans shoes
Kick your teeth out wit' Dior
Your opps squeak when you walk
They ain't-They ain't even got no airbubbles
You ain't sneakin', you squeakin'
She was only wifey for the weekend
She like stop playin' 'fore I come find you (It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Walk in the trap, slap everybody
Walk in McDonalds, slap everybody
Walk in Wendys, slap everybody
Walk in your house and slap everybody
Fiends in the trap look like Ally Lotti
Drugs in my vein, like antibody
Walk in [?]
My n***as strapped up like they [?]
I wonder why he keep the TEC
Your bitch an eater, got no respect
Of course I robbed you, what you expect?
Grew up in the hood, I was droppin' checks
I'm like B-Mickie, fifty-dollar bags
In the crib poppin' thousand-dollar tags
I'll really kill a bitch just like B-Mickie
Never let a ho fuck my money up like B-Mickie
Dior sunglasses, three-fifty
My bitch's heels, ten-fifty
Fix my hairline, cost fifty flat
I'm still drinkin' lean even though it's flat
Big ass Backwood, it look like a baseball bat
Sippin' on some syrup like Project Pat
Cut my hand off 'fore I give you n***as dap
Walk in the trap like Stone Cold and fold a n***a up
Rap money slow down, hold a n***a up
Get so drunk they gotta hold me up
I'll cut a n***a, they gotta sew him up
Premium cash, for the large amount
We cashin' out, cashin' out
You don't racks, I bet you holdin' out
[Chorus]
High, sippin' drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high-high drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank-drank pills (Professor Smokey is an evil man)
'Cause I'm gettin' high, sippin' drank, poppin' pills-pills
'Cause I'm-'Cause I'm gettin' high (Outstanding), sippin' drank, poppin' pills
'Cause I'm gettin'-