Hustle Gang, T.I., Young Dro, London Jae, Peanut Da Don - So High lyrics

Yeah up, I'm up so high, I'm on the moon
I believe I can fly on the moon
Floating away like I'm a balloon, yeah
I get, I get so high on the moon

Way too fucking young to fly
Yeah, I'm way too fucking young to die
I'm way too fucking real to chill
I'm way too fucking ill for real, lego
Got a Jamaican, she gon' roll it up for me
Let's smoke
Back and forth, out of fucking country, Rio
We go
I put my fucking footprints up on the moon
I got high and got a room
Made a pool full of shrooms how cool
I was dreaming I met a bitch at the bar
Yeah, she didn't hesitate
She jumped right in the car
Yeah, she asked me
How much weed are we gonna do?
I told her, shoot at the moon and
She might hit her a star, yeah, yeah

Yeah up, I'm up so high, I'm on the moon
I believe I can fly on the moon
Floating away like I'm a balloon, yeah
I get, I get so high on the moon

On that moon, moon rock get high with my boys
See more stars than a Hip-Hop award
Aye, let me shout out to God there go Busta
Sitting swole wearing thirty chain
We with the Snoop
Rolling cookies on a paper plane
Mixing seven different flavors trying
To make a name i get so high
If I ever cry it'll probably fucking rain
Uh, blazing up that made hell sweat
Backwood stuff with that eighth
I know you smell that
Weed man a day away he got to mail that
Inhale that purple pill, Percocet
I don't sell that
I be higher than noon, where the 12 at?
Geeked up, flow me a rain ditch
You like a jail pet

Yeah up, I'm up so high, I'm on the moon
I believe I can fly on the moon
Floating away like I'm a balloon, yeah
I get, I get so high on the moon

I'm actually over seas in the castle of trap
In this natural hustling radical
We're no compatible killing is in me
Your jeans too skinny to run from the calico
Dope on the avenue, polo is
Lavender, murder, murder, murder, tactical
This is a trap, this is
The block, order, order, order, magical
People are racing the condo
Getting dust rolled but young dro
And head honcho i was born in the condo
If a nigga want to catch a fade
Get beat like bongos
Rhyme on rhyme, hurts an old Cutlass, fo-fo
Two butknicks
I got a stick in the motor and not with you
Bitch
I will shoot you and your lil' slut bitch

Yeah, alway been blessed
We ain't never been lucky
Mine always on mind
No time for that fuck shit
Yeah, we're taught to get a
Quarter ki and push it
C-can't you rip the pillow, aight koosh
Yeah, we get the old Charger country rookie
So when class in session
Don't be playing hooky
Moon rock in my QP and a
Loose leaf, pop a Percocet
Get some alcohol and a little buzz
I'm gone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah up, I'm up so high, I'm on the moon
I believe I can fly on the moon
Floating away like I'm a balloon, yeah
I get, I get so high on the moon