[Intro]
(Shout-out DJ Chopper, I see you, boy, ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Strapped with a semi, I'ma get off when I catch 'em
This that kill 'em on the interstate and get off on the next exit (Skrrt)
Real guns, not them Splat ones, we really wet shit (Ooh, yeah)
Free Lil Meezy 'til it's backwards like I'm dyslexic (Free Lil Meezy)
Them n***as ain't got no factors up in they section
Rollin' Backwoods, havin' heavy laughter after we stretch 'em (Haha)
N***a better call a pastor, go and bless 'em
Lil Juan got hit in the neck, huh? Fiendin' for the next one
Ayy, say, bitch, Big Spider, A shit (A shit)
[?] died in the ambulance, he ain't make it
Ten times a thousand, that's eight grams in her basement (In her basement)
Send shots through his ski mask, put holes in his shit like Jason
Chase him, ball him up like paper
Chopper I call "Shoota" 'cause this bitch come from Jamacia
It's up in the outskirts, I heard they killin' shit in Baker
Leave a ho after I get ate off, you know I can't lay off, real player

[Chorus]
New vibe in this shit, these are high tides (These are high tides)
All that n***a drop is hits, hate when he not tryin' (Hate when he not tryin')
Middle finger to the cameras 'cause the opps watchin' (Fuck 'em)
And the cops watchin' (The cops watchin'), n***as say we at high tide, yeah (We at high tide)
[Interlude]
Ayy, I'ma just talk this shit forever, you know
N***a gon' have to stop me, you know what I'm sayin'?
N***a ain't gon' be able to stop me though, bitch
Ain't nothin', I'm unstoppable, bitch, ayy, turn up

[Verse 2]
They say that's that label work
Killed him 'cause he was in them dude's paperwork
Put that Drac' to work like he in the studio tryna make a verse
Turn up, I just ate a Perc', spin again, tornado
Spend money on murder and make more, opps mad I'm rich and they poor
Switch a bitch down, make him dance like Fabo
My Glock a lyricist, make it spit like Kendrick or J. Cole
Bitch, this ain't GTA, it ain't no safe mode (Nah-uh)
On this n***a death date what I been waitin' for
Ayy, hit they block and spin they shit with .223
Been havin' them switches, them n***as new to these, we usin' P
Posted in the trenches with a tool in reach, all my jewelry on
V watchin' over me, he got my back like VLONE
Cut off that bullshit, put "800 Degrees" on
Fans probably believe this n***a, but we don't
None of these n***as want no smoke, the weed gone
No back and forth like ping pong
I'm a dangerous-ass creature, King Kong, bitch
[Chorus]
New vibe in this shit, these are high tides (These are high tides)
All that n***a drop is hits, hate when he not tryin' (Hate when he not tryin')
Middle finger to the cameras 'cause the opps watchin' (Fuck 'em)
And the cops watchin' (The cops watchin'), n***as say we at high tide, yeah (We at high tide)

[Outro]
Yeah, bitch, you know what it is
[?], who sayin'?
You know I'm bummin', free Lil Mane
This how I'm comin', bitch
Ayy, turn it up, A shit, ayy
Follow me now to that mill' ticket, bringin' it home
Ain't puttin' on nothin' but real n***as, that's on my dawg
And I put that on that Phil n***a
[?], I keep that shit [?] give you chills, n***a, yeah, yeah