I Get so High
I Get So Get So HighGucci Mane
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Huh huh, Smoke some of that Gucci Gas, huh
Gucci!
My diamond wrist, an diamond neck, kick like Jackie Chan wrist (Whoa)
Got that money, I can flex, I got Jackie Chan bitch (Turn up)
Not the rubber ban' man, but the rubber ban' clique (Brr)
I can nut all on ya bitch, call her the body paint bitch (You nasty)
Can I buy a store today, because my store needs to be fixed (woah)
Can I borrow your safe today, because my safe don't got a cent (Skirr)
There's a stitch comin' out my 'partment, an man it smell like 40 bricks (Damn)
They used to call me 40 shawty, now they call me extra clip (Ba)
You can call me Carbon-15, when you see me let it rip (Uhh)
You a crip I'll leave your crip, an you a blood I'll leave ya bleedin (*Thdadao*)
Drop Camaro ridin Cleveland, now they call it bleedlan (Woo)
Gucci Mane's a gangster but these niggas not believing (Wha?)
Till I put that fire, make them niggas start retreatin (*Pew*)
Yo girlfriend's a komoto dragon, keep a nigga skeetin (*Ah-ah-ah*)
All my rims are stamped with dragons, man them fuckas leavin (Woo)
Yo brother was disloyal to me, man that nigga treason (Sucka)
He was insubordinate, I had to hit the heathen (Ba)
Fo-fo 2 on 24's I'm ridin through 4 season (Low)
Hard top rarri boulevard, an I don't see no pleasin
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e (Woo)
Popo pull me over in a blue and black Bentley
Blue Forgi's thought that I was Cripin like Lipsy
I ride 24 like Vos-Vos
If you a bad bitch then vo-post
You come to Gucci house bring no-clothes
Ms lady can I put this in yo ass-ho?
Gucci in the club where the phat ho? (phat ho)
All I wanna know is where the phat ho, phat ho
I don wan a red, I wan a black ho, black ho
I don wan that ho, I want that ho, that ho
Gucci in the club where the phat ho? (phat ho)
All I wanna know is where the phat ho, phat ho
I don wan a red, I wan a black ho, black ho
I don wan that ho, I want that ho, that ho
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e
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Huh huh, Smoke some of that Gucci Gas, huh
Gucci!
My diamond wrist, an diamond neck, kick like Jackie Chan wrist (Whoa)
Got that money, I can flex, I got Jackie Chan bitch (Turn up)
Not the rubber ban' man, but the rubber ban' clique (Brr)
I can nut all on ya bitch, call her the body paint bitch (You nasty)
Can I buy a store today, because my store needs to be fixed (woah)
Can I borrow your safe today, because my safe don't got a cent (Skirr)
There's a stitch comin' out my 'partment, an man it smell like 40 bricks (Damn)
They used to call me 40 shawty, now they call me extra clip (Ba)
You can call me Carbon-15, when you see me let it rip (Uhh)
You a crip I'll leave your crip, an you a blood I'll leave ya bleedin (*Thdadao*)
Drop Camaro ridin Cleveland, now they call it bleedlan (Woo)
Gucci Mane's a gangster but these niggas not believing (Wha?)
Till I put that fire, make them niggas start retreatin (*Pew*)
Yo girlfriend's a komoto dragon, keep a nigga skeetin (*Ah-ah-ah*)
All my rims are stamped with dragons, man them fuckas leavin (Woo)
Yo brother was disloyal to me, man that nigga treason (Sucka)
He was insubordinate, I had to hit the heathen (Ba)
Fo-fo 2 on 24's I'm ridin through 4 season (Low)
Hard top rarri boulevard, an I don't see no pleasin
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e (Woo)
Popo pull me over in a blue and black Bentley
Blue Forgi's thought that I was Cripin like Lipsy
I ride 24 like Vos-Vos
If you a bad bitch then vo-post
You come to Gucci house bring no-clothes
Ms lady can I put this in yo ass-ho?
Gucci in the club where the phat ho? (phat ho)
All I wanna know is where the phat ho, phat ho
I don wan a red, I wan a black ho, black ho
I don wan that ho, I want that ho, that ho
Gucci in the club where the phat ho? (phat ho)
All I wanna know is where the phat ho, phat ho
I don wan a red, I wan a black ho, black ho
I don wan that ho, I want that ho, that ho
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e
Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay
If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e
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Writer(s): Radric Davis
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