Parachute

[Verse 1: Rich the Factor]
You know what they told when I took the Lexus to the detail?
Its gonna cost you an extra $20 bucks to kill that weed smell
Plus you got weed ??? built up on your windows
And Cuz they don't like it when we be riding in them limos
They say we burns way too many holes in the seat
And they hate how we takes total control over they beat
Pop in the tape and let the Pole hit low on they speakers
Man we make the driver drive like he's rollin' sneakеrs
Twistin' up a blunt, with the ??? window up
Getting cut, doing a buck, in a Lincoln Limo, what
In the fuck is up, is what I'm hollaring on my mobilе
I'm talking long distance to my plug up in Humboldt
Order me some dosia on the under, in pig Latin
Choppin' it up so slick the pigs 'ill never know what's happening
Rapping like a G, on the horn, to my plug
Letting him know to be at the ??? gate, at N-8 to scoop me up

[Chorus: Rich the Factor]
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I drive so motherfucking fast

I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute
I get so motherfucking high

[Verse 2: Felix Mitchell]
I gets higher than that ???
Break down blunts like rifles
Recycling all my doobies, just like the Luniz, I got 5
So the only thing we lacking is a lighter, like MacGyver, had to nigga rig it
And light the blunt before the flame descended, now its hittin'
Like some JVL's, can't you tell, got me spitting
Like a Mac-eleve, dropping shells, I be getting
So damn twisted, bitches be listing, to my conversation
And swear up and down that I'm a rider, patient on vacation
Up in Frisco with the Filmo Playas, compilation
Us some negros, smoking endo Vegas, infrared lasers
Is what I be packing when I get paranoid, infiltrators
You better get back, cuz you'll be asking for, an indo roach
I hit your porch, with the cocktail, the cot smells like fish
So why fuck will you be funkin' over hoes
I like to keep 'em broke
You got ????, she cop Young Fe the game

[Chorus: Rich the Factor]
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I drive so motherfucking fast

I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute
I drive so motherfucking fast

[Verse 3: Rich the Factor]
I smokes on nathin' but blunts and drive real fast
On my way to my stash
In a Caprice Classic
Strapped with my plastic
Glock 24, Remy XO, driving drunk
??? in the trunk, some of that po' funk
Horns honk cuz motherfuckers know me in my city
But when I ??? there ain't a car in sight, I moves quickly
A bill fifty, before you know it I'm out my ????
???? to smoke, ??? twenty sacks, constantly holding it in
Roll one man, break the engine in on this bitch
9-6 Chevy, Caprice sitting on ??? gold kicks
Kansas City, Royals blue with the gold inside
I'm by myself, rolling blunts, getting this high
This is why, the law is don't be driving drunk
Cuz when I drank, I drives like I don't give a fuck
Breaking rules, running lights through the whole night
Rolling with, ten thousand cash in my Nike box

[Outro: Felix Mitchell]
Everybody wanna smoke
I said, everybody wanna smoke
Everybody wanna smoke
Everybody wanna smoke

[Rich the Factor]
Yup