I Get High

[Intro: Freda Payne]
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high on your memory (High on your memory)
High on your memory

[Verse 1: G-Bo Lean]
Baskin Robins with exotic, got 31 flavors
This za loud, waking up the neighbors (Waking up)
Hot-box the European, I don't push the scrapers (I don't push it)
Woo, ouch. I got a paper-cut counting this paper (Woo, ouch)
Hit my nigga, Renzo, up 'cause its time for a taper (For a taper)
It's still double middle fingers to all my haters (Fuck y'all)
If he ain't BP, I ain't doing no favors (I ain't doing it)
Yock City native, or just call me the mayor (Yock City)
Call my nut, then I cut, I ain't seeing her later
'Less she paying up, marching down that racer (Get to marching)
Tag, you're it. If I got to, whip out this laser (Tag, you're it)
If I ain't got it on me, get sliced with the razor (You get sliced)
Pull up the chop, no Harley (no Harley)
But, I'm gonna climb with this tree, Bob Marley (Bob Marley)
Tryna sell me some boof, you gon' be sorry (You gon' be sorry)
[?] be late, you deserve a tardy
Me and the whole posse, we back in action (Bitch, we back)
Moncler for the chills, I'm here with the fashion
No freebies, I'm still with the taxes (No freebies)
Smoke till' I pass out for the satisfaction
T-Boogie on the beat, that's my blood cousin (That's my blood)
Finna have the whole blood-line buzzing (Get to buzzing)
I'm still shotting on you niggas like ice and carrots
I'm an Antioch Panther like Najee Harris

[Outro]
Baskin Robins with exotic, got 31 flavors
This za loud, waking up the neighbors
Hot-box the European, I don't push the scrapers
Woo, ouch. I got a paper-cut counting this paper
Hit my nigga, Renzo, up 'cause its time for a taper
It's still double middle fingers to all my haters
If he ain't BP, I ain't doing no favors
Yock City native, or just call me the mayor