Time to get high…

And mi say fi cock it, bredda

Cock it, the regular way, star

Let’s get high

Yeah, yeah (Boom!)

Is y’all with us? (Yeah)

Light it up, light it up (Boom)

Yo

Who got the blunt? Let me hit it

Wanna get my wig splitted

Eyes look Chinese

Bloodshot, cause I’m smoking on some bomb ass trees

Fluffy green, done-up wave with the stims and seeds

Fly **** getting high, might fly off the scene

Just high, nose flippage between your eyes with the beam

You should just let me smoke, and enhance my night

Fat bag of Afghan will enhance it right

And shit, I might fly by ya, rolling on tall tires

Smiling like a juvenile, girl, I got that fire

Sitting in my pocket, ready to roll up

You can partake in it, baby, but hold up

Take two puffs, and pass, or I’ma puff puff that ass

It’s more than you smoking, and those swishers burn fast (Yeah!)

I’m an equal opportunity smoker

This might be an opportune time to smoke some choker

With a **** that’s been overseas on a plane

Blaze crazy in hotels, dumping ashes down the drain

On some thug shit, get high ‘til I die

Me and all my ****, lets get high

Push up your huns, if you came here to get high (Boom!)

Wind your body, put your hands up in the sky (For all my ****, right?)

Frank-N-Dank said they came here to get high (Get high, uh)

Round and round if you came here to bust Glocks (Boom!)

Bang your body, put your hands up in the sky (Boom!)

Let the ganja stimulate you and your mind (Boom!)

Push up your huns if you came here to get high (Boom!)

Front to back if you came here to get—

Yo

I’m a weed smoker, and I got a weed lady

And for twenty hot dollars, your shit can be gravy

You can smoke like I smoke, choke off the best green

Let my honey hit it, turned into a wet dream (Boom!)

That’s what I’m talking ‘bout, all my **** who know

There’s the difference from getting high, and **** who smoke

Cause I’m a weed connoisseur, puff weed too? Sure

You might yack up a lung, when the weed is pure

For real, if it’s robot meat, it’s perfected

Here, get a good look at it, dawg, inspect it

It’s time to blaze up, my man, take a hit

You got two coming, now watch your chest split

Smoking the best shit with me and my team (Yeah)

I love it when the plant is frosty, fluffy, and green

And the ladies love it too, cause I’m controlling they spleen (Uh)

When I’m gone off the green, in this immaculate beam (Yeah)

My name Dank for a reason, fool, keeping it plain (Boom!)

Way back, when we didn’t smoke weed in the Range

Now, everything’s changed, everybody can blaze

It’s not coincidence we chose Frank-N-Dank as the name, bitch

Uh, stimulate your mind (Come on)

The Frank-N-Dank **** bouta get you high (Boom!)

Cause it’s Friday, and you ain’t got nothing to do (Boom!)

You need to roll up the fat one for you and your crew (Boom!)

And get high, go ahead, put the funk in the air (Boom!)

Wave your butt side to side like you just don’t care (Boom!)

And get high, and do what your supposed to do (Boom!)

You and all your **** (Let’s get high)

Boom!

High (Boom!)

Let’s get—

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