[Lyric] Highs Lows/Still Breathing feat. A-Burberry (Skreet2x)

[Hook]
Head spilt now he dead cause he been a rat
He got hit on a lick now he in the grave
How you up it on me and ain't finish that
Now we burning his pack take it to the face
I can't fuck with no new niggas only fax
He got a new chopper he feeling brave
Amiri jeans on my waist hold a couple racks
If I blow it I'm legal won't catch a case

[Verse 1: Skreet]
Only be around gang we get in to that
Fuck that Nigga he dead cause he been a rat
Double stacking this bitch when I tote the strap
And it's O double F when I blow it back
Y'all don't know bout that shootout on varsity
But I promise that shit took a part of me
Boy I almost got hit that shit that shit startled me
Gang right here leaking I'm all in my head thinking damn it's an artery he could have gotten me
Y'all niggas dickriding for bread
I'm all in my head thinking how I'm gon' make it
Put that baby ass nigga to bed
Heard he fuck with the feds now he tryna explain it
No patience all I see is red
Choppa spitting out lead 24 he ain't make it
I'm shooting like Kobe they hate that I make it
I tatted 2x so they'll never replace it
[Hook]
Head spilt now he dead cause he been a rat
He got hit on a lick now he in the grave
How you up it on me and ain't finish that
Now we burning his pack take it to the face
I can't fuck with no new niggas only fax
He got a new chopper he feelin brave
Amir I jeans on my waist hold a couple racks
If I blow it I'm legal won't catch a case

[Verse 2: A-Burberry]
Please don't speak on my name we get into that
I can't fuck with a hater he been a lame
They been driving like they need an oil change
I been up like I found me an oil vein
But you know we been down seen the lowest of lows but we never change (But we never change)
Thanking god for the road that I'm on cause I know that I'm going to places they'd never think
Got some homies I miss almost everyday
Man I'm praying for better days
Hope this music gon' take all my debt away
Tryna get me a bag in a better way
Used to carry them poles take the threat away
If he hairy at all take his head away
Got some shooter on call I don't gotta bang
Like Mariah we Carey and let it sing
He keep talking and talking don't shut his trap
Had to take his ass out cause he in the way
I was cooling way back in the back of suburban's but one day you know that we'll get a wraith
If you fucking with Skreet we'll be up on yo street 100 deep like we rolling up in parades
We keep working and working cause one day they'll notice we're colder than anyone here today on gang
[Hook]
Head spilt now he dead cause he been a rat
He got hit on a lick now he in the grave
How you up it on me and ain't finish that
Now we burning his pack take it to the face
I can't fuck wit no new niggas only fax
He got a new chopper he feeling brave
Amiri jeans on my waist hold a couple racks
If I blow it I'm legal won't catch a case
He got hit on a lick now he in the
Now we burning his pack take it to the
He got a new chopper he feelin
If I blow it I'm legal won't catch a
Head split now he dead cause he been a
How you up it on me and ain't finish
I can't fuck with no new niggas only
Amiri jeans on my waist hold a couple