High As Air

[Hook]
I don't know about you, but I'm high as air
I fucked a deuce, another two and then another pair
And I keep getting better by my watch tick
And I don't worry about a jack-up cause I drop shit
Bitch you came with more sticks, we pop shit
If we don't [?]
She like her [?] like
I be on flights smell that liquor in the cockpit
Hold the keys to my city like a locksmith
Don't do a sweep until I fill them up with hot shit
I would never trust a soul, I barely trust the bros
It all do it for the gang, I do it for these hoes
All I smoke is dough, all I know is dough
I'm gangbanging like I'm stealing styrofoam
And my shorty shoot shit, I be with number savage
All I know is money, again that shit I have it
Smoking dough, there's enough of that
And I don't hesitate to [?] with that automatic
All I smoke is dough, bitch I'm tree high
And all these bitches park right near ya
And I don't wanna leave that
Cheap Puerto Rican savage like Eli
And my pockets so deep dish
Your bitch wanna be this
Let your bitch eat this
My left wrist [?]
And I ain't talkin bout the chase either
I run around with 4 niggas that's 'bout 8 liters
Your girl got [?] head, she's a great eater
And I'm buzzin' off of deuce, so I [?] need her