I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, Pockets on green they Shrek
Bitch I called game, who's next?
Boy look at my shot I'm wet
Heard she broke your heart through a text
Heard you hurt your back tryna flex (ooo)
Bitch I talk my shit I'm flexing
Bitch my ass broke swipe credit
Wasn't at the scene I fled it
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout me cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onions (ooo)
Yeah, you know that I'm stunting
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout my cheese since a youngin
Uh, yeah
I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, everything that goes around comes around
Lately I been prepping for a throw down
Lately I been stressing no control now
Anger pent up tryna hulk out
Blunt is wrapped up rather smoke now
I stuffed the dutch with the whole ounce
I stuffed the woods with the whole pound
Which way is up? I don't know now
Trippin' on acid my perspective's distorted
Give it my all 'til there's nails in my coffin
Sick in the head and I'm sure that I lost it
Highconic's the name not what do you call it
I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, Pockets on green they Shrek
Bitch I called game, who's next?
Boy look at my shot I'm wet
Heard she broke your heart through a text
Heard you hurt your back tryna flex (ooo)
Bitch I talk my shit I'm flexing
Bitch my ass broke swipe credit
Wasn't at the scene I fled it
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout me cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onion (ooo)
Yeah, you know that I'm stunting
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout my cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onions
Mix it with the sausage and onions
Highconic - Sausage & Onions Lyrics
Highconic - Sausage & Onions Lyrics
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I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, Pockets on green they Shrek
Bitch I called game, who's next?
Boy look at my shot I'm wet
Heard she broke your heart through a text
Heard you hurt your back tryna flex (ooo)
Bitch I talk my shit I'm flexing
Bitch my ass broke swipe credit
Wasn't at the scene I fled it
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout me cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onions (ooo)
Yeah, you know that I'm stunting
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout my cheese since a youngin
Uh, yeah
I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, everything that goes around comes around
Lately I been prepping for a throw down
Lately I been stressing no control now
Anger pent up tryna hulk out
Blunt is wrapped up rather smoke now
I stuffed the dutch with the whole ounce
I stuffed the woods with the whole pound
Which way is up? I don't know now
Trippin' on acid my perspective's distorted
Give it my all 'til there's nails in my coffin
Sick in the head and I'm sure that I lost it
Highconic's the name not what do you call it
I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, Pockets on green they Shrek
Bitch I called game, who's next?
Boy look at my shot I'm wet
Heard she broke your heart through a text
Heard you hurt your back tryna flex (ooo)
Bitch I talk my shit I'm flexing
Bitch my ass broke swipe credit
Wasn't at the scene I fled it
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout me cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onion (ooo)
Yeah, you know that I'm stunting
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout my cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onions
Mix it with the sausage and onions
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, Pockets on green they Shrek
Bitch I called game, who's next?
Boy look at my shot I'm wet
Heard she broke your heart through a text
Heard you hurt your back tryna flex (ooo)
Bitch I talk my shit I'm flexing
Bitch my ass broke swipe credit
Wasn't at the scene I fled it
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout me cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onions (ooo)
Yeah, you know that I'm stunting
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout my cheese since a youngin
Uh, yeah
I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, everything that goes around comes around
Lately I been prepping for a throw down
Lately I been stressing no control now
Anger pent up tryna hulk out
Blunt is wrapped up rather smoke now
I stuffed the dutch with the whole ounce
I stuffed the woods with the whole pound
Which way is up? I don't know now
Trippin' on acid my perspective's distorted
Give it my all 'til there's nails in my coffin
Sick in the head and I'm sure that I lost it
Highconic's the name not what do you call it
I'm losing my grip
High off of life and a pound of that shit
Running on ice and it's bound that I'll slip
Shooting my shot and I know I won't miss
Bitch, Pockets on green they Shrek
Bitch I called game, who's next?
Boy look at my shot I'm wet
Heard she broke your heart through a text
Heard you hurt your back tryna flex (ooo)
Bitch I talk my shit I'm flexing
Bitch my ass broke swipe credit
Wasn't at the scene I fled it
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout me cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onion (ooo)
Yeah, you know that I'm stunting
When I hit the ground I'm running
Boy look at my neck I flood it
Always 'bout my cheese since a youngin
Mix it with the sausage and onions
Mix it with the sausage and onions
Writer: Charles Nicholas S.
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