[Intro: Lil Wyte]
Yeah! Yeah, it's your boy Lil Wyte, what up? I be gettin' sick and tired of foes fuckin' with my high, man. Man, I be tryin' to get lifted! Isolated Beingz, y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout, man? Isolated Beingz in this bitch! Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm sick of this shit, bruh! Sick of it! Sick of motherfuckers fuckin' with my high! My high! Just let me be! Let me be! You know who I am. W-Y-T-E. Yeah! Wyte Music! Oh yeah! Hypnotize Minds, ho! Yeah!

[Verse 1: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
It's Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll with The Isolated Beingz
So crack your blunts, grind your tree, go ahead and roll your green
Pop them pills, get drunk (yup!), fuck it, do all three
Smoked out from Baltimore all the way to Memphis, Tennеssee
I'll treat you like a blunt and split your ass down the middlе
Rip out all your guts, ain't no need for hospitals
I'm leaving you dead on arrival, if you fuck with my high, I'm liable
To crack your ass with a 40 ounce bottle, Ruthless Rob gon' turn homicidal
You fuckin' with my high sellin' seeds and stems
You caught in a lie sayin' you were my friend
Why you gotta imply that we just another trend?
I don't ever want you comin' to another show again
Yeah, your boy be chiefin', stop geekin' before I leave you leakin'
Just past the spliff and proceed to stop your fuckin' preachin'
I'm seekin' for the greenery wondering the reason why
Every time I spark a blunt you fuckin' with my high, die

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep fuckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop fuckin' with my high before you fuckin' die
[Verse 2: Lil Wyte]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Alright! Check it out!
Quit fuckin' with my high
If you know me then you know I'm not that guy
Bringin' drama to the session, I'm like why?
When I lift off I'm only tryin' to fly
I blaze that Granddaddy OG and twist it tightly in the Swisher
And Mary Jane's my mistress, if you like, I'll let you kiss her
Hold on for a minute, I gotta go pack me another bowl
And hit that motherfucker extra hard until I feel it in my soul (Lil Wyte!)

[Verse 3: Jelly Roll]
Whole lotta people wanna see me flop ever since I had a single CD drop
Lookin' at me like he's on top, all fiber with V.T. tops
I don't lie, I be on blocks, told my jeweler to freeze me, watch
I ain't lyin', the wrist on rocks, now the boy famous like ZZ Top
People just ask how I'm livin' my life, people just ask am I gettin' it right
I just know what he spittin' is tight, damn he's cold but didn't he write?
He only raps about catchin' a bite, I don't know but isn't he white?
I should get a charge for killing this mic, I got bars, prison for life

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep fuckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop fuckin' with my high before you fuckin' die
[Verse 4: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
My high, don't fuck with that, smoke 'til I die on a hundred sack
Ruthless Rob gon' run it back, roll up a blunt and bump this track
Back up bitch, you soundin' whack, about to have me a panic attack
I flex like Lex, what you know about that? I put your punk ass in a torture rack
You fuckin' with my high when you fuck with my supply
You fuckin' gonna die if you leave my clients dry
Pigs try killin' my high pullin' up behind me
And bitches and snitches that are so conniving
If you blow my high, bitch, I'ma swole your eye
I done warned you motherfuckers, yeah I told you, guy
My high is my priority and you're really fuckin' annoyin' me
Shut your mouth, you're borin' me and pass that fuckin' 40, B
What really fucks with my high is trash on the radio
When my girl eats the last in my box of Oreos
How my car breaks down every other week
And it fucks with my high, have Dizze murder the beat (Yeah! Yeah!)

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep fuckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop fuckin' with my high before you fuckin' die
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high
You be fuckin' with my high, quit fuckin' with my high
You fuckin' with my high and there is no need
To keep fuckin' with my high, I paid good money for this weed
Stop fuckin' with my high before you fuckin' die