Ima get so high
Ooo ooo
Ima get so high
Ima get so high right now like
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
We gon' get so high
Baby tell me bout your life
If you thirsty we got water, wine or sprite?
Mix the dirty what you doing for the night
Bet you need some ice wait
I'm so cold, but my wrist aint froze, bout to blow my nose
Bump a key, cocoa mocha (oh), man I love that snow.
White like vans, tell me who's your mans? Crushing up a xan
Grab a gram, Put it in the bowl, toke away the lows
Smoking og, green guacamole, you know me but you don't
I'm like obi the one and only you woke the holy ghost
I'm so Kobe so where my trophy, you phony
Don't try to phone me, I'm sorry, you not the homie go find flows of your own
Stealing my flow now you running from the ops
Thinking that you me pretty funny cus you knot
I aint got no ties, no strings attached
I aint off this high, my G's are matched
I dont need no body, you can keep the chat, I can drink to that
Can you drink to that? How'd he think of that?
All these hungry ass niggas need a witness, seeing wins need a piece a that
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
I dont really want no drama whats the problem
I dont really got no time to try and squabble
On my list of shit to handle you the bottom
After this bottle after this bottle
If I pull up on ya please don't play possum
Ima take your girl back home, cus she's a model
Ima beat it up and paint it like Picasso
For all that I know, your bitch just won the lotto
I only meant to show you why I'm called a young diablo
I'm holy like the plot of any lie you try to follow
If I ever get preachy I'll just go back to my gospel
Feel like im Pablo
Lets leave it on a high note
Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine, get the lite, guide the fire to the beaker
Ima make her mine she's a keeper
Treat her right, never fight
So now she's my mamacita hell yeah
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
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Ima get so high
Ooo ooo
Ima get so high
Ima get so high right now like
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
We gon' get so high
Baby tell me bout your life
If you thirsty we got water, wine or sprite?
Mix the dirty what you doing for the night
Bet you need some ice wait
I'm so cold, but my wrist aint froze, bout to blow my nose
Bump a key, cocoa mocha (oh), man I love that snow.
White like vans, tell me who's your mans? Crushing up a xan
Grab a gram, Put it in the bowl, toke away the lows
Smoking og, green guacamole, you know me but you don't
I'm like obi the one and only you woke the holy ghost
I'm so Kobe so where my trophy, you phony
Don't try to phone me, I'm sorry, you not the homie go find flows of your own
Stealing my flow now you running from the ops
Thinking that you me pretty funny cus you knot
I aint got no ties, no strings attached
I aint off this high, my G's are matched
I dont need no body, you can keep the chat, I can drink to that
Can you drink to that? How'd he think of that?
All these hungry ass niggas need a witness, seeing wins need a piece a that
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
I dont really want no drama whats the problem
I dont really got no time to try and squabble
On my list of shit to handle you the bottom
After this bottle after this bottle
If I pull up on ya please don't play possum
Ima take your girl back home, cus she's a model
Ima beat it up and paint it like Picasso
For all that I know, your bitch just won the lotto
I only meant to show you why I'm called a young diablo
I'm holy like the plot of any lie you try to follow
If I ever get preachy I'll just go back to my gospel
Feel like im Pablo
Lets leave it on a high note
Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine, get the lite, guide the fire to the beaker
Ima make her mine she's a keeper
Treat her right, never fight
So now she's my mamacita hell yeah
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
Ooo ooo
Ima get so high
Ima get so high right now like
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
We gon' get so high
Baby tell me bout your life
If you thirsty we got water, wine or sprite?
Mix the dirty what you doing for the night
Bet you need some ice wait
I'm so cold, but my wrist aint froze, bout to blow my nose
Bump a key, cocoa mocha (oh), man I love that snow.
White like vans, tell me who's your mans? Crushing up a xan
Grab a gram, Put it in the bowl, toke away the lows
Smoking og, green guacamole, you know me but you don't
I'm like obi the one and only you woke the holy ghost
I'm so Kobe so where my trophy, you phony
Don't try to phone me, I'm sorry, you not the homie go find flows of your own
Stealing my flow now you running from the ops
Thinking that you me pretty funny cus you knot
I aint got no ties, no strings attached
I aint off this high, my G's are matched
I dont need no body, you can keep the chat, I can drink to that
Can you drink to that? How'd he think of that?
All these hungry ass niggas need a witness, seeing wins need a piece a that
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker
I dont really want no drama whats the problem
I dont really got no time to try and squabble
On my list of shit to handle you the bottom
After this bottle after this bottle
If I pull up on ya please don't play possum
Ima take your girl back home, cus she's a model
Ima beat it up and paint it like Picasso
For all that I know, your bitch just won the lotto
I only meant to show you why I'm called a young diablo
I'm holy like the plot of any lie you try to follow
If I ever get preachy I'll just go back to my gospel
Feel like im Pablo
Lets leave it on a high note
Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine, get the lite, guide the fire to the beaker
Ima make her mine she's a keeper
Treat her right, never fight
So now she's my mamacita hell yeah
Aye Ima let it ride like a bimmer
Get inside put in drive 105 pour a liter
Aye Ima get so high grab the heater
Pack the vine get the lite guide the fire to the beaker