Potluck - High School lyrics

Shit, yo check it out
I’m smoking and I’m smoking and I cannot stop
Wait, I’m trying not to cough
I hold it in until it
Hit's me like Randy Lock
Only let pretty girls lick it like a lollipop
I say I never quit cause I never will
You talk a lot of shit but
You don’t got no appeal
Green football fields we don’t got a Bugatti
But everybody’s trimming trees like Mr Miyagi
Humboldt County California was my birthplace
So I was smelling pot way
Before my first birthday
So you can keep your shitty weed
Man it got the worst taste
Sixty bucks for an eight? Get the
Fck up out my face (Get outta here)
That’s the way they do it
In those other states (yeah)
What you putting in your pipe
We throw that shit away don’t get mad at me
I’m Dank Alumni fool
I graduated, dude you still up in high school
You still up in high school get it man?
Man you still up in high school
High - school what done hit these fools?
I’m your coach and your teacher
A middle man grim reaper
I can up your quality or
Get it for you cheaper i’m your best connect
The one who’s always on deck
The camel let him drop
Who’s hiding giraffe necks
Know Cal Humboldt County is the homebase
One ton, killa Mike nigga know the base
The type of nigga so real he get low hate
The type of dck to make
A dyke chick go straight
Big pimpin’ Mary Jane and some stoner bitches
Been having hella game so you better listen
Crack jackers meet their death
Fo they ever listen
Hide in the space shuttle and
I’m on a mission
Rhyming on the beat and keeping
Pals in the street
I sound so unique and my weed is on fleek
Ain’t never come to me
So tell your trick I got a treat
I’m staying on my toes so I never know defeat
Don’t get mad at me it’s Dank Alumni fool
I graduated you still up in high school
What? You still up in high school
(you in high school)
You still up in high school