Get High

Zone 6, nigga, Tyrex with a... Ride with them choppers and them cutters on the backseat

Keep it in the streets, pussy boy, you better not ask me

I said shit, I lean, yeah, I step still lean

I still get high, I still pop pills

I still get by, I still roll with em

Sometimes get chill, niggas know I get cut

Though I get ill, for your two feet

Boy, you're too flowed

Boy, you're talking down, lying shit about what you saw

Boy, you ain't real, niggas too fake

Rather stay up on lane, stay up at my place

It's a marathon, this shit ain't a race

I get big guap, you a cheesecake

You a small wave, you a small fry

I got bad hoes, on my standby

They live by God right, now they look surprised

I be fresh to death, but I'm still alive

10% of hoes, put my own ties

Playing hide and seek, my blessings, they all in disguise

Sneak dishing on a D and I, they got twin caskets

Sipping lean, popping personal, oh, that's a bad habit

Usually done, turn to my therapy, this shit my passion

Rocking cycle bunny, riding around with a bunny

I support serving and sticking like 100

I step still lean, I still get high

I still pop pills, I still get by

I still roll woods, sometimes get chills

Niggas know I get cooked, though I get ill

Boy, you're too fake, boy, you're too flowed

Boy, you're talking down, lying shit about what you saw

Boy, you ain't real, niggas too fake

Rather stay up on lane, stay up at my place