We Get High

[Intro]
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)
Ha, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, ha, ayy (Uh-huh)
Yeah (Uh-huh), uh
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse]
Yeah, Chanel, not no Chrome Hearts, my bitch, she rock Number (N)ine
Ayy, nigga tried to run down, draco hit him in his spine (Yeah)
Nigga tried to test his luck, like, why would you try? (Damn)
He a dead guy (Damn), put him in the sky (Yeah)
We get high as fuck, yeah, we get stupid high (Stupid high)
Uh, we get super high (Huh), yeah, we get super fly (Yeah)
Yeah, they like, "How he did that?" (Yeah)
Ran all of that money up, forgot to pay my damn taxes (Ha)
Ridin' 'round wit' them sticks when we in Texas (Yeah)
Yo' ho on my dick, so stop that damn flexin' (Ha)
Yeah, bitch I keep that—, ain't no damn wrestlin' (Yeah)
Still fuckin' on my ex-ho, ain't learn my damn lesson (Yeah)
And my mama know I'm up as fuck, know they thought this shit was luck (Ha)
Nigga, what I look like? Droppin' a damn deluxe (Yeah)
And I got extended mag, that bitch in my tux' (Yeah)
Copped my ho some new Rick (Yeah), he copped his ho some Chucks
And she like, "What the fuck?" (What the fuck?)
I could fuck his bitch 'cause he lame as fuck (Lame as fuck)
I could take his ho 'cause he broke as fuck (Broke as fuck)
Nigga, he broke as fuck 'cause he don't do enough (Do enough)
Nigga, I'm up as fuck, yeah, 'cause I do enough (Do enough)
And I'm in that Trackhawk wit' that Uzi tucked (Uzi tucked)
Rino in that Trackhawk wit' a groupie ho

[Outro]
Ha, uh, yeah, huh, groupie ho
Huh, yeah, groupie ho
Ha, Trackhawk, nigga, wit' a groupie ho