Highed Up

Uhh. Yeahh.

Rest In Peace

Pimp CFool

Yeah, UhSome of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so

G's gon' get highed up

Fuck all that shit you talk,you ain't got no

Byzantine chain,

Chutes & Ladders,

Chevy's - candy canesbitches tangled in my slang - pilot language

We assassinate them lamesflash my high beamsget the fuck up out our lanesay

Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it,less a couple niggas though,

I ain't really trippin' thoughsee 'em when we see 'emsend 'em bottles and a couple hosspread love is the

Jet way,all day, me and my bitch ridin' to that

Biggieup to

Texas choppin' wit big

Bun up out a meal ticketreal niggas from my set know i still kick itothers be like i don't fuck with 'em,that's why i don't fuck with 'em

I don't know why though, i ain't ever fuck with 'emwould never do that to 'em, if i came up with 'emwell fuck niggas.

We roll up bigger than you used to seein'smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'this is trill nigga season,real niggas eatin', scrap,get the scraps if we leave em.

YeahSome of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so

G's gon get highed up

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up