We Get High

(Keep it up, Sharkboy) Ha, yeah, uh-huh Yeah, ha, ayy (uh-huh) Yeah, uh (uh-huh) Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Chanel, not no Chrome Hearts, my bitch, she rock Number (N)ine Ayy, nigga try to run down, Draco hit him in his spine (yeah) Nigga tried to test his luck, like why would you try? (Damn) He a dead guy (yeah), put him in the sky (yeah) We get high as fuck, yeah, we get stupid high Uh, we get super high, yeah, we get super fly (yeah) Yeah, they like, "How he did that?" Ran up all that money up, forgot to pay my damn taxes (ha) Ride 'round with them sticks when we in Texas (yeah) Your ho on my dick, so stop that damn flexin', yeah Bitch I keep that-, ain't no damn wrestlin' (yeah) Still fuckin' 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 Nigga what I look like? Droppin' a damn deluxe (yeah) And I got extended mag, that bitch in my tux' (yeah) Copped my ho some new Rick (yeah), 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 Nigga, he broke as fuck 'cause he don't do enough Nigga, 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, nigga with a groupie ho