Let's Get High
You got friends
I got homies
Girl gone and slide
If you trying to fly
Do whatever you do
Just don't blow my high
Let's get high
Nah don't ask where I'm at
Girl I'm on the sky
You can smell what I'm on
Down 285
Knock the lash of ya eye
When you hit that fye
Trying to smoke or what
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
Let me roll it up
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
She pulled out a dutch
Nah don't pass the dutch
Man you talking too much
Bruh I'm too high
Man a nigga eyes redder
Than bullseye
This shit hitting like crack
What you roll in this shit
Bruh I swear if its laced
Then you bye bye
Nah who knocking that loud on the door
That's lil shawty I met at the store
Man a nigga too gone for this shit
I forgot I done told her to pull up at 4
Smoked too much to the point
Where I'm paranoid
Swear the tv turned into a trapezoid
We bout four or five in at this point
Ain't no reason I'm in this hoe
Picking up every noise
Fighting sleep on the couch
Bruh I'm passing out
Shawty hit the joint twice
Now she tapping out
Pass the joint to my man's
On the other other couch
Let me shake off this high
Let me walk it out
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
Let me roll it up
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
She pulled out a dutch
Nah don't pass the dutch
I got homies
Girl gone and slide
If you trying to fly
Do whatever you do
Just don't blow my high
Let's get high
Nah don't ask where I'm at
Girl I'm on the sky
You can smell what I'm on
Down 285
Knock the lash of ya eye
When you hit that fye
Trying to smoke or what
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
Let me roll it up
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
She pulled out a dutch
Nah don't pass the dutch
Man you talking too much
Bruh I'm too high
Man a nigga eyes redder
Than bullseye
This shit hitting like crack
What you roll in this shit
Bruh I swear if its laced
Then you bye bye
Nah who knocking that loud on the door
That's lil shawty I met at the store
Man a nigga too gone for this shit
I forgot I done told her to pull up at 4
Smoked too much to the point
Where I'm paranoid
Swear the tv turned into a trapezoid
We bout four or five in at this point
Ain't no reason I'm in this hoe
Picking up every noise
Fighting sleep on the couch
Bruh I'm passing out
Shawty hit the joint twice
Now she tapping out
Pass the joint to my man's
On the other other couch
Let me shake off this high
Let me walk it out
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
Let me roll it up
Trying to smoke or what
Yea let's smoke it up
She pulled out a dutch
Nah don't pass the dutch
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Writer(s): Khari Crooms
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