High Grade

[Hook]
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah
Bad bitch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good weed, my nigga, yeah
Bad bitch, imma date her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah

[Verse 1]
Relationships start to get borin'
The one that you call in the mornin'
Your friends, they don't look the same
You got a thing for my pain
Truly, I'm feelin' the vibe
I do this, I don't got the time
For all of the calls and the texting
All of the bitches been stressin'
I bet that you wasn't around
I bet that you look for me now
When I needed somethin' to love
I ain't have nobody to love
Spendin' your time in the club
I'm like: