WE GET HIGH

Yeah Woo We get high We get loaded Get them models And get the codes We get high We get loaded Get them models Get the cups We know what up Yeah grab that molly water And let's get high Falling... Fading... Down, Down, Down, Night calls... (I've been going through the motions again) Falling... Fading... Down, Down, Down, Down, Night calls... Aye, Yuh Yuh Yuh, Yuh Aye Aye, Yuh Oh, I got your bitch trying to date me (Huh) Said she want to whip a Mercedes So she trying to carry my baby (Yuh, Yuh, Aye, Yuh) Ok, Yuh Taro shit bitch, Taro shit Aye, Aye, Aye, Yuh Yeah, I got your bitch tryna date me (Huh) Yeah, I got your bitch tryna frame me (Yuh) Said she want to whip a Mercedes So she wanna carry my baby (Yuh) I get a bag and then I'm racing (Hold up) Folding the opps, them n*ggas flanking (Roll up) I get a mop, neck Appalachian Water on me, look like the Pope tryna save me (Bitch) Wallet can't fold got me looking like a fat man Spending so much money bitches calling me a mad man Oh that's your girl? 'Boutta rang her like I'm Batman Acting tuff, I know you is a pussy like a cat man Say you rich? Prove it or you cap man 40 Racks up on my desk I'm looking like a mad man Tryna talk your shit before I hit you with a backhand' Ain't release no more music you sounding like a trash can Tryna book me for a show, like "It's hard to get ya" Should be easy, like I'm outdated farm equipment 2 Bands, like amendments keep my arm with me You be talking 'bout your kills but they all assisted (Bitch) You gonna cooperate unless you wanna get blasted bitch You gonna do what we say run everything, your jacket bitch These n*ggas be hard to hate, until we catch you lacking bitch These n*ggas be talking, split you like a fucking fraction bitch