Ahh Haa
Oh shit
That's it right there boy
Who smoke? Let's get
Elevated, got the gas lit, la, la
Take that one hit
Hold it up, look at that shit wide eyed
That's that chronic
Inhale then it hit me, ahh haa
Ah, I'm lit
That escalated quickly, I'm high
Ahh haa, I'm high
I'm high-igh
Oh you know you can get that
Bet that
Got tree, wax, ouh and a pen
Let me know if you with that
Jet pack
Got the wheels back moving again
Didn't know you could get that high-igh
Didn't know you could get that high-igh
I'm high on an eddy with my system loud
Motha fucka that's dope, that's dope
High but I'm ready if some shit go down
You don't want smoke (No smoke)
Get your idea of what you thought was kill debunked
Circle small as a checker you could still get jumped
See the Ski Mask on, God, you will get slumped
Move squares, if a king slide, real big funk
That's chess for the record
Ta-Ta Steel, my sahab know
Don't be making my dab lil
My high real, halftime
March on field
Beast Mode, I'm a martian
Sci-Fi thrill
I'm Jim Carrey and Fire Marshall Bill
Marshawn Lynch, skittles in my pockets still
Money dance with the good fellas
Oh indeed
It ain't nothing that you could tell us
Roll this weed
That's it right there boy
Who smoke? Let's get
Elevated, got the gas lit, la, la
Take that one hit
Hold it up, look at that shit wide eyed
That's that chronic
Inhale then it hit me, ahh haa
Ah, I'm lit
That escalated quickly, I'm high
Ahh haa, I'm high
I'm high-igh
Oh you know you can get that
Bet that
Got tree, wax, ouh and a pen
Let me know if you with that
Jet pack
Got the wheels back moving again
Didn't know you could get that high-igh
Didn't know you could get that high-igh
I'm high on an eddy with my system loud
Motha fucka that's dope, that's dope
High but I'm ready if some shit go down
You don't want smoke (No smoke)
Get your idea of what you thought was kill debunked
Circle small as a checker you could still get jumped
See the Ski Mask on, God, you will get slumped
Move squares, if a king slide, real big funk
That's chess for the record
Ta-Ta Steel, my sahab know
Don't be making my dab lil
My high real, halftime
March on field
Beast Mode, I'm a martian
Sci-Fi thrill
I'm Jim Carrey and Fire Marshall Bill
Marshawn Lynch, skittles in my pockets still
Money dance with the good fellas
Oh indeed
It ain't nothing that you could tell us
Roll this weed
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Cherrington, Jason Varnes
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