Get High 2 Lyrics

Yeah yeah, I cannot rewrote, aye, she gave me deepthroat, woah

Go on over to her crib, girl where the fuckin' remote?

Aye, Smokin' on good gas pack, yeah a mother fucker gon' float

Aye, told him to run up his bag, he get a burberry coat

You smell that shit real loud you know it's gas, gas, gas, gas

I could never tell I move too fast, fast, fast, fast

Shawty show 'n tell she be real bad, bad, bad, bad

Dreaming in my head I'm gonna blow

Lil boy ain't all that hard I hope you know, yeah

She get really freaky down below, yeah

Let's make some fuckin' money on the road

Believe it I'ma one up for the bros (for the bros)

Relieving all the pressure from the dose

She steaming up I told her adios (you hoe)

You ain't hearing shit you hear a ghost

He be disappearing he a ghost

Hell yeah I'm fuckin cheering blowin' Os

Boy what's that on yo earring, diamond rose

Get too high I be steering off the road

The endings near all my life I'm on hold

Make a song about you yeah hell no

Yeah yo voice be sounding like a squeal

Hell yeah I want all the smoke man what's the deal?

Can never run away from poppin' pills

Countin' up blue hundreds chasing bags (chasing bags)

I ain't worried 'bout yo fuckin' dad

McFlurry it gon' fuck me up real bad

I can tell you niggas is some fags

Don't run don't dip boy when I throw my frag