[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout[Verse 1: Papa Pine]If smoking weed gets you highThen why not go down on a bitch when she's rollin' the pine?Push me into the pussyNot now, got a blunt to lightI might wanna fuck when the blunt is donePumpin' the cunt, and I won't jump the gunRoll the whole O, ho, then blow me slowlyGotta go when you doneGrip as I double the cup, sip a puddle of mudGot one pint in my bloodTwelve O's got me real fucked upEyes roll back, I spill my drugsHomies roll me up, then smoke me in the bluntBitch, I am nothing just ash in the cupHard to lay back in this grave that I dug[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout[Verse 2: $lick $loth]I just fucked your bitch in some Nike flip flopsWhipped the dope so hard until my fuckin' wrist lockedI just got a bundle of the heron out the eastBreak it down and cut it, now I got a quarter ki'Smokin' indo dope, no, you can't hit this, thoughCocaine, choppin' snow, I got that drip goin' down my throatAlways justify to get my urges satisfiedSo let me clarify[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]Now, now, now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout[Verse 3: Pouya]YuhWell, it's the $outh $ide $uicideBuffet Boys, we worldwideGlobal 'til the day I dieI love to see my bitches cry, it gets me offBaby girl, you gettin' lost in the sauceI don't talk to nobody, I don't got a bossYou sayin' you gon' shoot me, you don't got the ballsOr the guts to bust me in the templeWhy these rappers so sentimental?Wake up in the morning like what was I meant for?All of these ho's be triflingAll of them ho's is nymphosThey can fuck but don't give 'em my info, no[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shoutNow I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
