Get High ft. Casino Punchline Lyrics

Let's get high okay

Let's get high

Let's get high oh get it

Let's get high

Let's get high oh get it

Let's get high

Let's get high okay

Let's get high

High high high high

Let's get high

High high high high

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High high high high

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High high high high

Roll up

Twist n pearl

Get it

From the sheets to the roll ups

A dark leaf full of doja

Only pressure in the session

No question

You gonna feel it

From your throat to your chest Like a soda

Flavors so tasty

Let's get so Spacey

Elevation going to be coming

If the Jays keep coming

Rolling back to back

Keep a jar of your favorite

You gotta ash that

Before you pass that

Be sure to get it in the ash catch

No mess where we sit

Fresher then the scent

From the piff

Till we hot box

And feel a sweat

From your forehead

To the brim of your nose

That's how you know

That it's dope

Let's get high

Get high

Get high

Roll up n smoke

Let's get high okay

Let's get high

Let's get high oh get it

Let's get high

Let's get high oh get it

Let's get high

Let's get high okay

Let's get high

High high high high

Let's get high

High high high high

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High high high high

Let's get high today

Gon off the jay

Feeling like a nigga in Paradise

Let's smoke dank

Smoking on good old dank

Shit I be smoking make you paralyzed

Plus I was sipping

On the bubbly earlier today Feeling like two like a Gemini Feeling so indecisive

I don't know what to feel like Riding around

Without a license

Sipping on the codeine

While they sniffing on the tony Chicks I'm cooling with from

LA California

And they going

For the whole team calabanga I'mma beat her up

Leave her aching for the summer

Back to the Future

You can read my diorama

Living out of space

Y'all hang with Futurama

Space money yet space money Getting commas

Sad thing to say homie

But we ain't in common

I've been getting money

I've been getting lots of guala Every since I had a single Mama Juicing out the bottle

I don't even know

Why you think it's quite funny Still staying all broke

Still staying with your mommy I'm a functioning

Gas Monkey

Nigga do the math homie

Living in another state

Fucking up the city homie

Still getting love

From my DC city homie

Haters gon hate

Atleast they ain't gon keep it from me

Yeah

Ima just keep smoking pack

Chill out relax

I'ma keep it like that

Haters gon hate

I ain't worried bout that

Long as I'm gettin' my money

Counting stacks

Getting real high to the sky

Feelin like a nigga

On a blimb in July

Y'all just wasting y'all time

Juice squad trap

Rock family get high

Yeah

Let's get high okay

Let's get high

Let's get high oh get it

Let's get high

Let's get high oh get it

Let's get high

Let's get high oh okay

Let's get high

High high high high

Let's get high

High high high high

Let's get high

High high high high

Let's get high

High high high high