We Get High

(Keep it up, Sharkboy)

(Ha, yeah, uh-huh)

Yeah, ha, aye (Uh, uh-huh)

Yeah, uh (Uh-huh)

Yeah, uh-huh

Yeah, Chanel, not no Chrome Hearts, my bitch, she rock Number Nine

Ayy, **** try to run down, draco hit him in his spine

**** tried to test his luck, like why would you try?

He a dead guy (Yeah), put him in the sky

We get high as fuck, yeah, we get stupid high

Uh, we get super high, yeah, we get super fly

Yeah, they like, "How he did that?"

Ran up all that money up, forgot to pay my damn taxes

Ride around with them sticks when we in Texas

Your ho on my dick, so stop that damn flexing

Yeah, bitch I keep that-, ain't no damn wrestling

Still fucking on my ex-ho, ain't learn my damn lesson

And my mama know I'm up as fuck, know they thought this shit was luck

**** what I look like? Dropping a damn deluxe

And I got extended mag, that bitch in my tux'

Copped my ho some new Rick, he copped his ho some Chucks

And she like, "What the fuck?"

I could fuck his bitch 'cause he lame as fuck

I could take his ho 'cause he broke as fuck

****, he broke as fuck 'cause he don't do enough

****, I'm up as fuck, yeah, 'cause I do enough

And I'm in that Trackhawk with that Uzi tucked

Rino in that Trackhawk with a groupie ho

Ha, uh, yeah, huh, groupie ho

Huh, yeah, groupie ho

Ha, Trackhawk, **** with a groupie ho