Stupid High ft. ShaniaOnTheBeat & Ga$ton Lyrics

These percs and xans goin keep me high

Boy you goin threaten me you ain't gotta fye

I smoke this za til a nigga get high

These hoes goin run around telling these lies

Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high

The cash come in and it's blowing right by

Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet

Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying

Now she sad

Young nigga double my cup in the back of the jag

Drip like me boy you never did that

Rock amiri jeans with the off white tag

East Atlanta zone I'm ahead of my class

Off of my ass moving way too fast

Glock turn a nigga to a thing of the past

Opps running out the hood throwing out flags

Cavities in my teeth

Doc said I'm pouring up too much lean

Double cup love promethazine

Sipping on wockheardt pissing out green

Nigga want cancer want no smoke

We was riding with a thirty round pole we throwed

Make the money multiply nigga that's the goal

Tell my lil brother stop worrying about hoes

Yeah, you ain't make a scene

Counting up cho chos back of the beam

Came with a broom stick didn't come to clean

F&N pool stick flash with a gleam

Popping my shit you ain't want to know me

Having twenty four shots in a glock Kobe

Standing on the block still screaming fuck police

Imma drop the whole pint for the dead homies

These percs and xans goin keep me high

Boy you goin threaten me you ain't gotta fye

I smoke this za til a nigga get high

These hoes goin run around telling these lies

Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high

The cash come in and it's blowing right by

Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet

Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying

Now she sad

Young nigga double my cup in the back of the jag

Drip like me boy you never did that

Rock amiri jeans with the off white tag

East Atlanta zone I'm ahead of my class

Off of my ass moving way too fast

Glock turn a nigga to a thing of the past

Opps running out the hood throwing out flags

Drop my bitch when she turn into a task

Five five six boy yo head out yo ass

Fire y'all sealing the zip out the cash

Got bad bitches twisting up inside the jag

They set up our sippy cups like I'm matata

Love fucking on models that young nigga crazy

Came out my mama with sixteen zips and a digi they call four forty eight baby

Walk up in lenox I spin like a fidget

Bands coming in about the size of a midget

Know we designer exotic exquisite

I turn up the pressure apply to these bitches

Call me a opp Imma put him on a tee

Said you want a verse is going be a lil fee

I can not stop I'll put in OT fuck around OD these

These percs and xans goin keep me high

Boy you goin threaten me you ain't gotta fye

I smoke this za til a nigga get high

These hoes goin run around telling these lies

Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high

The cash come in and it's blowing right by

Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet

Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying

Now she sad

Young nigga double my cup in the back of the jag

Drip like me boy you never did that

Rock amiri jeans with the off white tag

East Atlanta zone I'm ahead of my class

Off of my ass moving way too fast

Glock turn a nigga to a thing of the past

Opps running out the hood throwing out flags