We Get High ft. Milya Brethren Lyrics

Stay steady I'mma lay low

Puffin' on some dro light it up when I say so

Catch me with a kangol fuckin' up the bankroll

I'll be crossin' borders switch it up like a peso

Roll another eighth though

Focused see I'm focused on mine

Lazy boy push your button put your life in recline

On top never frontin' never fallin' behind

Yeah I'm back with the brotha flip it back and rewind

So so so so fluid like wine

Rollin' packs I remember when we rollin' up dimes

Bring it back to the days and the moment of time

Used to laugh at the ways we was spittin' our rhymes

Professionals when it came down

Step in the ring let it rain when it came out

Never phased by these lames all these fake clowns

And every day picked the lane for the take down

Everybody fake now, see it when I look in they eyes

I be flippin' up a dutch and make you legally blind

It be colt forty five two dubies a night

Since we grindin' and we vibin' man we gotta stay high

Born off that sense of 'milya

You finna get familiar with the milya if you off that reggie

Please don't like tilla bryson

What I got will knock you out like Tyson

Aight then

Nothin' but green like Iceland while I'm hikin

Across these mountainous terrains

While I'm switchin' lanes

Burnin' big no Daddy Kane, mayn

Watch me do my thing, Ay

Fly so high like a bird's back

This that loud, know you heard that

Got a plug on a pound let's burn fat

Goin' straight animal like a pair cat

On a beat it's that player pack gotta pay for that

Yes sir

Flow cold you need a sweater

Peep the gesture, smooth texture

I'm trynna drown shit out

I Got a ounce of loud I'm boutta roll

Pack the bowl, and if you act up bitch

You ain't hitting shit

You ain't put in on it though

Talkin bout moderation, HA

What the fuck is that?

I'm trynna sit on my ass

Long ass week I ain't finna do shit

But puff puff pass on this gas

Please don't judge me

Mind moving hunnit a minute

I needa slow it a bit, lemme get centered

Fill a cone really quick, I'm bouta hit it

And forget about the stress that'd

Be so lovely

Overthinking got me antisocial

Introverted motions only movin' solo

Me and doja focused, roller coastin

Head in the clouds

Edible finally feelin it now

Stuck in a loop of euphoria

Smoking the formula

Find me at home and I'm rollin and lighting them bowls up