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Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank (Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank) What Juicy say? he be like, "Shut the fuck up!" (Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank) (Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank) I just keep on rolling up, I'm so goddamn high I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high My prices keep on going up, I'm so goddamn high She be begging me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high On the PJ smoking good cake, I'm so goddamn high It's a bird, it's a plane, I'm so goddamn high I got drugs on my brain, I'm so goddamn fried I want blood not that green, bring the right damn kind Nigga tried to sell me homegrown, I'm like, "Nigga, nice try" In the club passin' weed like I'm handing out flyers Every time I got some new shit, they be camping outside Heard you talking all that foo shit, just don't cross the damn line I can't stop my shooters once I send 'em out, my hands tied (bitch) Bitch, I'm fly, I got more gas than an airline Smoke with your hoe and get more head than a hairdryer You can't drink with me, smoke with me, 'cause we ain't the same kind This shit that I'm smokin' got me twisted like gang signs I just keep on rolling up, I'm so goddamn high I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high My prices keep on going up, I'm so goddamn high She be begging me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high On the PJ smoking good cake, I'm so goddamn high If that's your girlfriend, why she at my house? If that's your girl, then why my dick in her my mouth? If that's your girl, then why she blowin' this ounce? If that's your girl, what's all that textin' about? If that's your girl, then why she in my DM? If that's your girl, then why she callin' my friend? If that's your girl, then why she be in our coupe? If that's your girl, then why she drunk in my pool? We get drunk, we do what we want, tell your bitch roll up We don't trust no bitch pulling stunts, want smoke, we pull up We do stunts, we was in the front, my switch, hit it once, it lift up Girls, I know enough, pounds, I blow enough, yeah I show up and show out, I show up and I show out I show up and show out, I show up and I show out I show up and show out, I show up and I show out I show up and show out, I show up and I show out
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Michael Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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