We Up There ft. Grand5tack$ & Robb Drugz Lyrics

You say this some loud, but we don't hear nobody choking

Bet you get hit by a law and they wouldn't even know it

The game is to be sold, you talk about you can't afford it

That's why you were never told this

How can anyone take you serious, it's a joke what you rolling

Loud packing, 82's, cross cones, shine paper stunning when we blowing

Planet k know my name, I'm there every day as soon as it open

Made some ice water hash, I'm losing patience, it's still soaking

When we twist up, you can't hit shit if you didn't throw in

Ain't no passing that keep hoping, I got a hunch you really holding

But ninth nimbus, you ain't hoeing, you not a real stoner, you just posing

You don't even inhale when you choking, probably a second is all you can hold it

Wow, wow, we cheefin on reefa , I love the sativa

Hit it like I'm Jeter, I'm fly like I'm Peter, that edible eater

while smoking the killa, cone as long as a meter

While going 10 on the feeder, cruise control with my feet up

But cautious while , I'm driving, gliding like a pilot while I'm lit off the ultraviolet

Ninth nimbus we up there taking flight, watch us go, burning bright like that orange glow inside my bowl

Life in this cloud, a bitch nigga will never know

The strains I roll up and burn in every cone

Up high, they don't like to see us elevated

Don't get it twisted, we nothing like these swisher papers

I peel my wig and get blown away by dab vapors

I'm way too up there to give a fuck about a hater

Spark a bowl of two different strains, I got THC flowing through my veins

I can't fuck with lames and all about my change and if the police pick me up, I ain't saying no names they quick to blame, but I am not the same

Telling on your patna man, that's a shame

Hollow tip slugs, knock you out the frame

Cold case murder, I done lit the flame

Everyday smoking, I'm lit cause I'm toking this weed

Is so potent you niggas, is joking, I'm high like I'm floating

Where's the commotion, I'm sipping this potion and hitting this wax

Up off of a bat , I rolled up my whole sack

If you run up on me, boy, you best have a strap

If you play with my money, I aim at your hat

Your brain will go splat and I leave it at that

Watch your close friend cause he might be a rat

Niggas will tell you, you best believe that

Run in your mouth, gonna get yourself slapped

You higher than me, you think I believe that

No, nah, I really don't think that they can hear me

But I keep on rapping till these pussy niggas feel me

Ripping through the eardrum, load a bowl like a drum

Pack it down with my thumb, gotta get every crumb on my motherfucking tray

And it's really no delay when I'm getting to the pay

Fuck what you gotta say, I get it each and every way

So I'm out here everyday on a money, making missions

Sit down, pay attention learn how to make commission

Kill shit with no intention, get back or fell the friction

From the bullets that I'm pitching

Bitch

Ninth nimbus we up there taking flight

Watch us go, burning bright like that orange glow inside my bowl

Life in this cloud, a bitch nigga will never know

The strains I roll up and burn in every cone

Up high, they don't like to see us elevated

Don't get it twisted, we nothing like these swisher papers

I peel my wig and get blown away by dab vapors

I'm way too up there to give a fuck about a hater

Up there, my eyes low

All we blow is hydro and a game leaf from the Texaco

Sticky buds I rip apart, roll a bat, ignite a spark

Fuck the head, take it to the heart

I'm taking flight to the nimbus ninth

I got a high status, I'm so inclined

They'll never, ever, ever, ever ever get on my level

We gon' need a space shuttle or a starship

We up there on some starship

Y'all far behind on that bullshit

Keep a full deck that'll make em shuffle

Fuck the strap, nigga, love to scuffle

I said fuck the struggle got elevated

Left the circle, them niggas hated

But I been most hated and I never gave a shit

Run around wild before I ever had a clip, get hit in your lip

If you wanna play stiff, they never gave a damn

Why would I give a fuck

Head held high, holdin two fours up

Let a nigga run up, he'll get folded up like laundry day

Bombs away, let him lay in the spot

He stood what you thought you could, run up on a G

It'll all be good, not around my section nor near my hood

We up high with that bird's eye

Peep everything that's inside

We pop off, fuck, let it fly

No running home, won't let it slide

But disturbing my heavenly high, advise you not to try

Ninth nimbus, we up there taking flight, watch us go

Burning bright like that orange glow inside my bowl

Life in this cloud, a bitch nigga'll never know

The strains I roll up and burn in every cone

Up high, they don't like to see us elevated

Don't get it twisted, we nothing like these swisher papers

I peel my wig and get blown away by dab vapors

I'm way too up there to give a fuck about a hater