Drunk & High ft. Rux, Bronson & Bess Lyrics

Aw man

Got a hangover

I don't feel good

I'm drunk throwing up high smelling like a skunk telling myself to quit but I won't

I want some more Henny in my cup another fat ass blunt so I can get stuck like Chuck (what!)

It's a new day and it just began and we usually start it off with that goose gin to get loose in the booth within oxygen hit the weed again now we in the hot box again

Lit looking like I been hit in eye chocolate tie purple and cat piss mix it with the privilege now you is high as Thyeus swisher sweet titan pass it or light it

You can catch the Rux double fisted off crunk juice and privilege that's the business

Millennium mac'n on them side work bitches Sasquatch Pimping maniping to get it

Cabbage and lettuce and multiple digits mouthpiece exquisite when I'm off the liquid blowing yurple Durban like what is it

Pop ah couple of skittles and now I'm thizzin

Making my way to the floor like yee haw I'm too raw like fresh Prince milk out the bra

Hotter than the stove with powder coke in ah jar with two dimels packing pipe in they jaw

I'm drunk and high

high and drunk

Hennessy privilege and purple blunts I can't walk stumbling throwing up talking to yo chick thizzin that's what's up

Ayo I'm drunk and high

high and drunk

Hennessy privilege and purple blunts I can't walk stumbling throwing up talking to yo chick thizzin that's what's up

Bronson an all star out to all hard name worth doe like fucking baseball card

Step to the stage whole club in flames rock the house one time so you love the name

Get paid get sideways off the green I did it my way what cha think never hit the clink

Now they wanna know what we all about but we never take the sucker route

Beat tow up and tow back all on a throwback face in my fitted hat fade to black but you never see that at the club off the Henn and the weed sack ease back pass the blunt like I need that

I'm only 19 but I'm fresh on the scene I don't drink that much but I smoke hella weed you can tell I be keyed from the slur in my words hearing my crazy lyrics metaphors and verbs

Man I love the herb smoke it right on the curb while the fiends get served I'm collecting my birds yeah nigggas it's the future bitch you can hear it in my voice every time I spit

Me and my niggas get lit and they be drunk as fuck looking for some thick chicks so we can bust a nut what

We make money like professional hit men and ah nigga stay smoking like a fucked up engine

I'm drunk and high

high and drunk

Hennessy privilege and purple blunts I can't walk stumbling throwing up talking to yo chick thizzin that's what's up

Ayo I'm drunk and high

high and drunk

Hennessy privilege and purple blunts I can't walk stumbling throwing up talking to yo chick thizzin that's what's up