Young Thug, Lil Durk, Snoop Dogg - Get High lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Young Thug, Lil Durk, Snoop Dogg - Get High lyrics]
Ay yo nephew
I think it's time to put some of
That real sticky-icky-icky in
The motherfuckin' air
But in a Backwood, ya dig?
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies
Yeah roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad
Fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
Give the password, psych
'Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight
But the Bentley coupe missing
The stash on the curb
Watch the city go missing
The young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds
Fuck you talkin', bitch you ran off on 'em
Cartier handcuffs
None of you cops can't cuff me
In the back of the cab
This ho sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me
(straight stacks) trap spot's like a store
Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor
Watch that door (watch that door)
Watch that door (you gotta watch that door)
Watch that door i roll up two point fives
Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives
Way too stoned, don't remember these guys
Hold up, so high I'ma risk my life
Ain't even tryna go to these skies
Hold up strollers i want the whole cut
I make a slut slut i eat it cold cut
Hair getting longer weed getting stronger
'Bout to strong arm her
'Bout to go and bone girl
She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro
I take you from the stars
Take you to my world
But she didn't get a chance to get my number
She missed out on llama
She missed out on me and my mama
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies
Yeah roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad
Fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
With a lot of old money
Everybody want somethin' from me
Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel
'Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill
And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille
And my gas tank is on full
Stack goods, them Backwoods
We cock back and we pull
Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK
We like Craig and Dae Dae
Who gives a fuck what they say?
I be out here gettin' it
Gotta get it 'cause I got it on
I'm the same nigga that you
Bitch niggas plotted on
It ain't as easy as I make it look
See what I'm sayin', I ain't playin'
Nigga take a look
We on that G shit, nigga we lit
And I'm seasick for real
Thugger Thug, what it does
Let's get this motherfuckin' money cuz
I mean that new money
That blue money with new faces
Them new cases and new bases and new aces
Florida-anapolis, ain't no stoppin' us
Power preaches patience
Balling in two places exchanges, smoke faces
Count this money on a PJ in my PJs
Goin' fast, gettin' tonsils on the E-way
Smoking on that OG
I flooded my AP, got me a Rollie
I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey
And her head dope
And she suck me off the perky
Keep her hands off
I don't fuck with vapors but I'm high-igh-igh
I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies
Yeah roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad
Fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
See man, a lot of you niggas think
You can smoke with us but umm
This shit is a marathon man
This ain't no motherfuckin' umm
Hundred yard dash man step back
You ain't in our league
Thugger Thug, Doggy Dogg nephew we on
We out
I think it's time to put some of
That real sticky-icky-icky in
The motherfuckin' air
But in a Backwood, ya dig?
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies
Yeah roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad
Fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
Give the password, psych
'Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight
But the Bentley coupe missing
The stash on the curb
Watch the city go missing
The young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds
Fuck you talkin', bitch you ran off on 'em
Cartier handcuffs
None of you cops can't cuff me
In the back of the cab
This ho sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me
(straight stacks) trap spot's like a store
Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor
Watch that door (watch that door)
Watch that door (you gotta watch that door)
Watch that door i roll up two point fives
Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives
Way too stoned, don't remember these guys
Hold up, so high I'ma risk my life
Ain't even tryna go to these skies
Hold up strollers i want the whole cut
I make a slut slut i eat it cold cut
Hair getting longer weed getting stronger
'Bout to strong arm her
'Bout to go and bone girl
She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro
I take you from the stars
Take you to my world
But she didn't get a chance to get my number
She missed out on llama
She missed out on me and my mama
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies
Yeah roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad
Fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
With a lot of old money
Everybody want somethin' from me
Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel
'Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill
And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille
And my gas tank is on full
Stack goods, them Backwoods
We cock back and we pull
Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK
We like Craig and Dae Dae
Who gives a fuck what they say?
I be out here gettin' it
Gotta get it 'cause I got it on
I'm the same nigga that you
Bitch niggas plotted on
It ain't as easy as I make it look
See what I'm sayin', I ain't playin'
Nigga take a look
We on that G shit, nigga we lit
And I'm seasick for real
Thugger Thug, what it does
Let's get this motherfuckin' money cuz
I mean that new money
That blue money with new faces
Them new cases and new bases and new aces
Florida-anapolis, ain't no stoppin' us
Power preaches patience
Balling in two places exchanges, smoke faces
Count this money on a PJ in my PJs
Goin' fast, gettin' tonsils on the E-way
Smoking on that OG
I flooded my AP, got me a Rollie
I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey
And her head dope
And she suck me off the perky
Keep her hands off
I don't fuck with vapors but I'm high-igh-igh
I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies
Yeah roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad
Fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
See man, a lot of you niggas think
You can smoke with us but umm
This shit is a marathon man
This ain't no motherfuckin' umm
Hundred yard dash man step back
You ain't in our league
Thugger Thug, Doggy Dogg nephew we on
We out