[ Featuring Yung clutz ]
Wake up get
Hiiiiiiiiiigh
I'm so
Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh
I'm so
Hiiiiiiiiigh (so high so high)
I'm so high (za zaaaa)
Think I might die
I'm feeling elevated
My mind is super faded
I take a hit or two and my consciousness is traded
Stacking paper for
Daaaaaaaaays
With a baddie smoking
Haaaaaaaaaze
Because I run up the bands
I'm bouta do my lil dance
I gotta bad lil shawty and she shaking her yaaams
Don't let me catch you lackin
Stunna always stay packin
I'm too fly like a dragon
I stay high like aladdin
Wake up get
Hiiiiiiiiiigh
I'm so
Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh (za zaaa)
I'm so
Hiiiiiiiiigh (so high so high)
I'm so high (za zaaaa)
Think I might die
Yo bitch in the back of my whip, hittin' dabs off my dick while you over there cryin
You not with the shits, you gotta stop tryin, doggin' on a bitch like my name is Brian
I'm high as a bitch, smoke good gas, take her back to my crib so she can throw it back on me
She suckin' on my dick, she boutta give me ass, she like that I'm rich cause I got hella cash on me
Yeah I smoke on that gas, cause honestly that's the way that I pass my tiiiiiime
And I count up the cash, it add up like math, so yeah I guess that's my liiiiife
I hit up the plug
He like"how much you want?"
I said I need hella nugs
And like ten rolled up big blunts
Billy higher than a motha f*cka
Shawty she a soul sucka
I got so much money
I might f*ck around and buy the whole
Wooooooooorld
I just ran a train on yo
Giiiiiiiirl
Free my dawg out the motha f*ckin pound (woof!)
Billy in and out yo city get yo tickets (what what)
When I'm in town, (yeah!) It's goin
Doooooown (yeah it's going down)
My homie ryan on the sound (Ryan: Yup!)
My bitches ass is round
You hate my music you a cloooown
Wake up get
Hiiiiiiiiiigh
I'm so
Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh
I'm so
Hiiiiiiiiigh (so high so high)
I'm so high (za zaaaa)
Think I might die
