I Get High

I got that dank, This that pepé le pew, bitch it stank Hitting harder than a bullet point blank Got Too much green, thought we opened up a bank Got more gas than a tank Aint got shit to do we hanging over Meech Man we so loud we wake up neighbors on the street I’ll bring the freaks, you bring the drinks, he’ll bring the weed Smoke on that leaf the way Shit hit ain’t for the weak Don’t got that Reggie this that ganja what you mean! Man what’s they name? Oh yea Sandra, Monique I know one of them from Ghana, or Greece Smell the flowers, tryna get in they boutique Ain’t got shit to do we hanging over Meech Wassup up niggas, I ain’t see my dawgs in weeks What’s the move? Got a couple of that green Couple grams, bout to put our thought at ease Don’t got synthetic this that Ace f*ck you mean! Styles P, booming Marley down the street I brought the girls, you brought the drinks, we got the weed Pulled in her Jeep, they came In deep, she wanna meet She loving on Kaze, you know that she a freak She from the Benghazi, yea came from over seas My eyes are so glossy, I’m seeing 1-2-3 Hello cute lil shawties, go pass that blunt to me Just like Nagasaki, she bomb just like a fuckin nuke Man we so high we walk the sky just like that nigga Luke Oh you got baby lungs go take yo ass to middle school Shot off to outer space we float ‘round the fuckin room Ain't got shit to do we hanging over Meech Like a mute, I’m too fried to even speak Tryna reboot, I can’t even feel my feet Smoke on that leaf the way Shit hit ain’t for the weak Don’t got that Bobby this that kush, what you mean? Pegasus, lettuce shit we passing in between Sip juice and genesis my mind is on that green Aye what the move? Tryna do it all next week