Hella High

[Intro] (A-Game, Lil Mike & Emerse)
A-Game: What the FUCK, man?!
Emerse: Yo, yo... chill!
Lil Mike: Yo, are you alright, dude?
A-Game: Dude, those fucking flyers in the white van won't stop STARING AT ME!!
Lil Mike: What the fuck?
Emerse: Oh, god...
A-Game: HOLY SHIT MAN! I think I overdid it, guys...
Emerse: Yeah, you think?
A-Game: Aye, man why are we in the parking lot still?!
Emerse: Yo, yo chill!
A-Game: WHY ARE WE STOPPED?!?!?!
Emerse: We're not stopped! We're going like 80 on the interstate, what the hell?
A-Game: Oh, god man I'm tripping out
Emerse: Yeah, you're tripping hard
A-Game: Hooooooooly fucking shit, man
Emerse: Yeah, yeah, you um, you need to calm down

[Verse 1] (A-Game)
Getting hella high, check my eyes, your boy can't drive so I need a ride
I'm feeling right, but don't trip me out, this acid makes me think I'm dying
These females looking hella fine in the club that I'm at, know I'm in my prime
You know I'm down to party any day, and any night, at any time
I'm a beast on a beat, you don't want it with me, if you fucking with me, I'm a leave you deceased
I'm in this bitch spending hella G's, my crew be rolling medical trees
In the VIP with the Z.C., got your bitch with us on our K-C-I-D
Everybody in this mothafucka know my name, no security needs to see my ID
Fight me if you do not like me, I used to be a straight edge, now I got a blunt I'm igniting
Nightly, chilling at a party so exciting - "A-Game, are you rollin'?" I reply, "Bitch I might be"
Bad bitches all around, looking for a wifey, sike I'm lying got an altered psyche
From MDMA and LSD at the same time, I just do it like Nike
Time to slow it down, time to wrap it up
Got marijuana on the table? Break it down and roll it up
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Molly is my homegirl, but acid is my main bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2] (D.Ship)
Blowing loud, sipping lean with 2 bad bitches right next to me
I'm on ecstasy they have sex with me, you pay for pussy I get it free
ASAP I get the sack, rolling up blunts back-to-back
2 puffs, then pass it back we twisting Zags full of hash
I'm hella high getting redder eyes, turnt up my brain's fried
Can't turn me down I'm too fly, I'm so high you can't see my eyes
I'm in this bitch, got the Swishers lit, three chicks to accompany Ship
Take each one back to the crib you know how I live, I get it in
I get fucked up, drink until I black out
Smoke and sip purple shit I'm walking on clouds
Don't hesitate, no time to waste, wrapping up bags on the interstate
I celebrate when I get the cake, blowing dank, switching lanes
I'm a beast up on this microphone, handle my own, send you home
With three bullets in your dome, my mind mad, my heart cold
Stone cold killa, blowing cigarillas
Down for whatever, let's get lifted like a elevator

[Hook]

[Verse 3] (Emerse)
I'm in this bitch getting hella high, my weed so loud it's got a battle cry
And it tastes so dank it's like apple pie, and you're never gonna get with my supply
This is Z.C. bitch, we ride or die, if you wanna keep up then learn to fly
And if not, shut up as I pass you by, laughing at your ass with the wicked eye
I'm shifted and lifted, a little bit twisted, I swear that I'm gifted and pushing the limit
Never gonna give in, always gotta get it I will keep ripping, killing all bitches
Chopping with the quickness, serving up the sickness, giving you the business, put you on the hit list
Taking all wishes and giving you stitches, so you gonna rest in little bitty pieces