Letra
I roll up then I got high, roll another got more high
So high like giraffes with a bowtie
Y'all bugging like fruit flies
Don't rush me cause this be taking up your time
The slow grind last longer than 15 minutes of showtime
Stars have the power now, see no parallels
**** have canons to pair a sale
Did what they had to protect the grind
I understand when they show out shines
Bad boys that are fly hypnotize minds
With the flow on time, have one on que
With two online, have three on point
With four alpines, to roll up five more joints
With six outside, smoking 7 back to back
To sit on cloud nine
Don't mind me I'm chilling just do me a favor
Roll up another one and lets get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
I roll up then I got high, roll another got more high
So high talking higher than the most high
Still rapping in this bitch telling no lies
Oh you still rushing me? Well theres your time
Been a minute since you heard mine
What have I been doing this whole time?
Stacking up my paper chilling really just getting high
Still couldn't see us with Lady Baba
Or leaving out the crib telling your lady bye bye
From showing how these rhymes, got so upscale
Looking down on whoever's top 5
And I ain't looking for the top spot
But I will pullover for top
While blowing on this indo on the 95
Don't mind me I'm chilling just do me a favor
Roll up another one and lets get high, and more high
And more high, and more high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Roll up, get high
Written by: Orlando Dewayne Bruce