SNO (Rap), Billy Wes - I'm So High lyrics
[SNO Rap, Billy Wes - I'm So High lyrics]
Southside, the land of milk and honey baby
Real niggas getting money baby, respect that
I'm so high (weed in my lungs
Switchblades and guns
Niggas don't want none)
I'm so high, cause I got a sack of that shit
Flipping and tripping
15's beating in the back of that bitch
I'm so high (nigga that's what's up
I'm strolling the cut
Dickie suit's and all black Chuck's)
I'm so high, I'm on a money making mission
Navigating a Expedition
Side panels full of chickens
Money by the tons, weed in my lungs
Switchblades and guns, niggas don't want none
This is the Thirty, the land of the birdy
Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty
You heard me, yeah we get that do'
Sell out and resco', and then get some mo'
And also, we spit that amazing flow
Ask me what I'm hitting fo'
I want ten a show
I'm so high so gone, floating up in a zone
Discombobulated, I barely made it to my home
I'm known to po' up, and blow funky tobacca'
Packing a click-clacker
Just in case somebody act up
Back up and give me space, cause
I can't concentrate
If I ain't blowing sticky
Or sipping some skee taste
Chasing that dollar bill
In this life that's too beautiful
Niggas that got killed
They dreams'll be fulfilled
Still I can't cope
Without finding some of that dope
On the hottest block of my town
Hollin' fuck the po-po
On 4-4's I'm still swanging
Banging up out the lot
Heated with plastic Glocks
What you boys talking bout
It don't stop till I'm gone
And my heart stop beating
Until then I'm thugging
Here bobbing and weaving
Beating and getting money
Supporting my own habit
So bitch stay out my bidness
Or I'ma let you have it
I'm out here slanging caine
Trying to get major pay
Like razor blades I'll make a cut
Any way I post up i got the pyrex clicking
Whipping these hoes up
Call me the come back kid
These fiends go nuts
Fo' years I done that bid
Yeah I'm back on track
I re'd up, spend a stack on crack
I'm V'd up, you see the Lac on black rims
My styrofoam cup
Filled up rolling bats off sacks
I'm on the grind, getting scratch all day
But the mack'll make em get back
I'm squeezing aiming at bald fades
Money longer than Snoop Dogg braids
That's what I'm after man
This residue, inside the glass for grams
Hit the pavement, then I stash the grands
I'm thinking of owning a big house
Copping massive land
I done pulled the trigga once
And I'll blast again
I'm all for the do' I'm hauling the snow
I get it and go
Real niggas getting money baby, respect that
I'm so high (weed in my lungs
Switchblades and guns
Niggas don't want none)
I'm so high, cause I got a sack of that shit
Flipping and tripping
15's beating in the back of that bitch
I'm so high (nigga that's what's up
I'm strolling the cut
Dickie suit's and all black Chuck's)
I'm so high, I'm on a money making mission
Navigating a Expedition
Side panels full of chickens
Money by the tons, weed in my lungs
Switchblades and guns, niggas don't want none
This is the Thirty, the land of the birdy
Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty
You heard me, yeah we get that do'
Sell out and resco', and then get some mo'
And also, we spit that amazing flow
Ask me what I'm hitting fo'
I want ten a show
I'm so high so gone, floating up in a zone
Discombobulated, I barely made it to my home
I'm known to po' up, and blow funky tobacca'
Packing a click-clacker
Just in case somebody act up
Back up and give me space, cause
I can't concentrate
If I ain't blowing sticky
Or sipping some skee taste
Chasing that dollar bill
In this life that's too beautiful
Niggas that got killed
They dreams'll be fulfilled
Still I can't cope
Without finding some of that dope
On the hottest block of my town
Hollin' fuck the po-po
On 4-4's I'm still swanging
Banging up out the lot
Heated with plastic Glocks
What you boys talking bout
It don't stop till I'm gone
And my heart stop beating
Until then I'm thugging
Here bobbing and weaving
Beating and getting money
Supporting my own habit
So bitch stay out my bidness
Or I'ma let you have it
I'm out here slanging caine
Trying to get major pay
Like razor blades I'll make a cut
Any way I post up i got the pyrex clicking
Whipping these hoes up
Call me the come back kid
These fiends go nuts
Fo' years I done that bid
Yeah I'm back on track
I re'd up, spend a stack on crack
I'm V'd up, you see the Lac on black rims
My styrofoam cup
Filled up rolling bats off sacks
I'm on the grind, getting scratch all day
But the mack'll make em get back
I'm squeezing aiming at bald fades
Money longer than Snoop Dogg braids
That's what I'm after man
This residue, inside the glass for grams
Hit the pavement, then I stash the grands
I'm thinking of owning a big house
Copping massive land
I done pulled the trigga once
And I'll blast again
I'm all for the do' I'm hauling the snow
I get it and go