Get High (feat. Snoop Dogg & Lil Durk)

Ay yo nephew

I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky

In the motherfuckin' air

But in the backwood ya dig?

I wanna get high, yeah

'Bouta go call my go to guy, yeah

Got no backwoods fly, yeah

I could break one down with my supplies, yeah

Roll up some gas, I'm not talking a car

Shorty she bad, fuck around take her to the stars

Brand new dash I got brand new cash

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

Give the password, psych

About to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight

But the Bentley Coupe missing the stash on the curb

Watch the city go missing the young **** ran off with lil' biddy birds

Fuck you talking bitch you ran off on 'em

How these lil' handcuffs and you cops can't cuff me

In the back of the cab this ho sucking dick from the front seat

This her after math like I got 50 cent on me (Straight stacks)

Trap spot's like a store

**** got a couple choppers on the floor

Watch that door (Watch that door)

Watch that door (You gotta watch that door)

Watch that door

The spliff I roll up two point fives

Happy four twenty roll up two point fives

Way too stoned don't remember these guys

Hold up so high I'ma risk my life

Ain't even tryna go to these skies

Hold up strollers

I want the whole cut

I make a slut-slut

I eat it cold cut

Hair getting longer

Weed getting stronger

'Bout to strong arm her

'Bout to go and bone girl

She got a cameltoe I call her Marlboro

I take you from the stars take you to my world

But she didn't get a chance to get my number

She missed out on llama she missed out on me and my mama

I wanna get high, yeah

'Bouta go call my go to guy, yeah

Got no backwoods fly, yeah

I could break one down with my supplies, yeah

Roll up some gas I'm not talking a car

Shorty she bad, fuck around take her to the stars

Brand new dash I got brand new cash

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

With a lot of old money

Everybody want something from me

Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel

Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill

And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille

And my gas tank in on full

Stack goods them backwoods

We cock back and we pull

Bubblegum and cookies O.G. and K.K.

We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say?

I be out here getting it gotta get it cause I got it on

I'm the same **** that you bitch **** plotted on

It ain't as easy as I make it look

See what I'm saying I ain't playing **** take a look

We on that G shit **** we lit and I'm seasick for real

Thugger thug, what it does, let's get this motherfuckin' money cause

I mean that new money that blue money with new faces

Them new cases and new bases and new aces

Florida Annapolis ain't no stopping us

Power preaches patience

Balling in two places

Exchanges smoke faces

Count this money on a P.J. in my P.J.'s

Going fast get in tussles on the E-way

(Smoking on the O.G.)

I flooded my A.P. got me Rollie

I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey

And her head dope

And she suck me off the perky keep her hands off

I don't fuck with vapors bit i'm high-igh-igh-igh

Got a bad bitch I know she bi-I-I-I-I

I wanna get high, yeah

'Bouta go call my go to guy, yeah

Got no backwoods fly, yeah

I could break one down with my supplies, yeah

Roll up some gas, I'm not talking a car

Shorty she bad, fuck around take her to the stars

Brand new dash I got brand new cash

Brand new chick got her brand new ass

See man, a lot of you **** think y'all can smoke with us, but uh

This shit is a marathon man

This ain't no motherfucking uh

Hundred yard dash

Man step back

You ain't in our league

Thugger thug, Doggy dog

Nephew we on

We out