Get High

Young chop on da beat

Ay yo nephew

I think it's time to

Put some of that real sticky-icky-icky

In the motherfuckin' air

But in a Backwood, ya dig

I wanna get high, yeah

'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah

Got no Backwoods, fly yeah

I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah

Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car

Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars

Brand new dash, I got brand new cash

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

Give the password, psych

'Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, a'ight

But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb

Watch the city go missing

The young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds

Fuck you talkin', bitch you ran off on 'em

How these lil handcuffs

And you cops can't cuff me

In the back of the cab

This ho sucking dick from the front seat

This her aftermath

Like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)

Trap spot's like a store

Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor

(Got a couple choppers on the floor)

Watch that door (watch that door)

Watch that door (you gotta watch that door)

Watch that door

I roll up two point fives

Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives

Way too stoned, don't remember these guys

Hold up, so high I'ma risk my life

Ain't even tryna go to these skies

Hold up strollers

I want the whole cut

I make a slut slut

I eat it cold cut

Hair getting longer

Weed getting stronger

'Bout to strong arm her

'Bout to go and bone girl

She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro

I take you from the stars, take you to my world

But she didn't get a chance to get my number

She missed out on llama

She missed out on me and my mama yeah

I wanna get high, yeah

'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah

Got no Backwoods, fly yeah

I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah

Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car

Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars

Brand new dash, I got brand new cash

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

With a lot of old money

Everybody want somethin' from me

Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel

'Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill

And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille

And my gas tank is on full

Stack goods, them Backwoods

We cock back and we pull

Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK

We like Craig and Dae Dae

Who gives a fuck what they say

I be out here gettin' it

Gotta get it 'cause I got it on

I'm the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on

It ain't as easy as I make it look

See what I'm sayin'

I ain't playin', nigga take a look

We on that G shit, nigga we lit

And I'm seasick for real

Thugger Thug, what it does

Let's get this motherfuckin' money cuz

I mean that new money

That blue money with new faces

Them new cases and new bases and new aces

Florida-anapolis, ain't no stoppin' us

Power preaches patience

Balling in two places

Exchanges, smoke faces

Count this money on a PJ in my PJs

Goin' fast, get in tussles on the E-way

Smoking on that OG

I fell on my AP, got me a Rollie

I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey

And her head dope

And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off

I don't fuck with vapors but I'm high-igh-igh

I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i

I wanna get high, yeah

'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah

Got no Backwoods, fly yeah

I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah

Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car

Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars

Brand new dash, I got brand new cash

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

See man, a lot of you niggas think

You can smoke with us

But umm

This shit is a marathon man

This ain't no motherfuckin' umm, hundred yard dash

Man step back

You ain't in our league

Thugger Thug, Doggy Dog

Nephew we on

We out