HIGH FOR DAYS ft. NJACHe & YOUNG JIMI Lyrics

It's pink, yeah

Look

XY

Look

That bitch a ride

Yeah

Okay

We be smoking on that deuce

Fuck whatever you say

I'll be kicking back with my niggas, sipping Kool-Aid

Buy another pack sipping Ack, we too choosy

I've been getting fat bitches with the fat booty

And I don't give a fuck

Smoking on that OG gas, I swear we high as fuck

Put it back in rotation

Shit

Smoking like we at a fucking gas station

Look

Pour up, the drink is a potion

Get the weed out, now we rolling

Don't know what the fuck I'm smoking, I'm just going with the motion

Niggas out here and we floating

Yeah

Rubbing the wins like it's lotion

Counting that cheese on my own

Don't fuck with the rats or the road

That shit that we smoking is potent

You niggas think that I'm joking, yeah

Yeah

Shorty on my side

And I asked that bitch, she told me if she down it ride

I've been smoking gas, nigga, I said I'm high

If I hit that bitch on FaceTime

Ima slide, yeah

Bitch

Yeah

Roses are red

Diamonds are blue

Money is too

Life is a groove

Riding a coupe

High with the crew

Dip in the pool

I'm in the mood

Something that's crazy

Acting a fool

Acting a fool

Fuckin' with you

Fuckin' with you

Something that's new

I'm a man of a few words

Stay away from the blue birds

Stop chasing the end means

Started chasing the whole buff

Learned to shoot with the snipers

My ABC's with the writers

Refresh my dreams with the lighter

Revealed your schemes in the sniper

The boy became the man

The man has got a plan

The plan go feed him well and keep his family out of hell

I pick my ass up when I fell

You throw a tantrum when you spill

I say you bitch

You bitch

You bitch

I hope your mama smack your shit

I keep it dancing with this shit

I put my thumbs up in the pics

The way I mind my business

I might start a bank up in this bitch

But that's just my two cents

And I'ma keep it moving

A Young Kings exclusive

Young Kings and we'll prove it

Yeah

And that's all I really got to say

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

And that's all I really got to say

Peace

I'm lying

I came back

I really just needed a blunt break

I feel you

Puff puff pass

No migraines

We smoke real shit

Yessir

It's your turn, Nigga

All right

Yeah

I get high with the help of my Niggas

They lift me up

We can't chill if you don't see the vision

Yo hold us up

First mission is to get me some bread

That help my moms

Then it's all for the kids

Young Kings of Tomorrow

YKOT

Niggas gonna know what we about

We just do it for the love

We don't do it for the clout

Niggas talking out they neck

Get some niggas front your house

How you claim that he a shooter if he ain't never made a shot?

Call me Kobe in the 4th

I give it everything I got

Gotta ash it 'for you pass it

Niggas smoking on that loud

Treat it like collection plate

We just passing round and round

Everybody put a nug in and this bitch hit like Ronda Rousey

Damn

There we go