Get High Lyrics

Uh huh I stay out the beef niggas know that I'm psycho

Bro got the AP, you know it's micro

I get to the green like the lizard of Geico

I whip out the stick nah I'm not bout to fight bro

I pour up a deuce roll up za when I'm trying to get high

Boy you broke and you hating you just getting by

Momma said keep it pushing don't wanna see her cry

You my bro and we locked them you don't got to lie

Every nigga round me know they getting a plate

If my bro throw the lob imma dunk it like blake

Keep the real around me keep my distance from fake

Niggas cap on them beats saying shit that you ain't

He think he the shit imma flush him

He think imma run from the smoke but it's nothing

If my blood speaking down then it's smoke with my cousin

I wont say I'm a gangsta just don't go for nothing

And we play with sticks like percussion

He was talking that shit on the gram so i rushed him

Need a house in the hills and a bad bitch she russian

I can't bring in the stick i won't go to the function

I'm out Bmore trapping all these zips moving pounds

If i think he a sweetie I'm taking him down

Imma run up a millie with a cap and gown

Tryna creep on a opp no i can't make a sound

I catch that boy lacking in laying him down

How you a trapper and you ain't see a pound

He be serving that shit that came straight from the ground

We be fucking his bitch she be getting around

I stay out the beef niggas know that I'm psycho

Bro got the AP, you know it's micro

I get to the green like the lizard off Geico

I whip out the stick nah I'm not bout to fight bro

Ain't never switching know I'm thugging with ahk

He a rat for the cheese then you know he get chopped

Slide on his block and we making shit rock

If the gun jam up he get beat with the knock

Hell nah i ain't sending no diss

If i got a problem then I'm sending a blitz

Can't fuck with that bitch cause she stay in the mix

If he run up on me he get put in the mix

Beat that boy down and we taking his kicks

Niggas be buff to get shot like skips

Pull on her hair and i grab on her hips

Pull up on his block and shoot shit like the knicks

I pour up a deuce roll up za when I'm trying to get high

Boy you broke and you hating you just getting by

Momma said keep it pushing don't wanna see her cry

You my bro and we locked them you don't got to lie

Every nigga round me know they getting a plate

If my bro throw the lob imma dunk it like blake

Keep the real around me keep my distance from fake

Niggas cap on them beats saying shit that you ain't