High Tymes

[Verse 1]
I got a homie named Janet, say she never hit the weed
Well that’s kinda crazy to me 'cause I’m in love with the trees
I got gas and I’m puffin' sour D’s
Got some cookie in the back and some triple OG
Nigga please, I got whatever that you want
I’mma teach you how to roll it, grab a paper, roll blunt
You can hit out a bong if it take too long
She hit the weed and now she coughin'
Hold up with my phone lil' mama geekin', and her eyes red
And now she gaspin' for some air, she 'bout to drop dead
And now I kick it with lil' mama every Friday
We just roll 'em back to back, we just some potheads, potheads

[Hook]
I’m high, it ain’t nothing that can bring me down
We bustin' swishas and we rollin' out the pound
We keep them bad bitches and you never ever round, round
But we high, it ain’t nothing that can bring us down
Look at them niggas that I hang around
Light up the swisha, let that thing go around, round
Now we high

[Verse 2]
Now let me tell you bout my potna man
He always round the weed but he don’t never hit the product
He caught a couple cases, now that nigga on probation
And I feel bad for him
'Cause he can’t taste the shit I’m tastin
Got people thinkin' we Jamaican
But we got some pretty bitches waitin'
And all they wanna do is fuckin' smoke
So we gon' let 'em spend the night so in the morning eggs and bacon
I’m that nigga, young, rich, famous
I got bitches, actresses, models, strippers and singers
You can hit 'em, you know I show love
Give me a swisha, I’m tryna roll up

[Hook]
I’m high, it ain’t nothing that can bring me down
We bustin' swishas and we rollin' out the pound
We keep them bad bitches and you never ever round, round
But we high, it ain’t nothing that can bring us down
Look at them niggas that I hang around
Light up the swisha, let that thing go around, round
Now we high