paroles de chanson Stupid High - Trabajarie

These percs and xans goin keep me high
Boy you goin threaten me you ain't gotta fye
I smoke this za til a nigga get high
These hoes goin run around telling these lies
Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high
The cash come in and it's blowing right by
Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet
Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying
Now she sad
Young nigga double my cup in the back of the jag
Drip like me boy you never did that
Rock amiri jeans with the off white tag
East Atlanta zone I'm ahead of my class
Off of my ass moving way too fast
Glock turn a nigga to a thing of the past
Opps running out the hood throwing out flags

Cavities in my teeth
Doc said I'm pouring up too much lean
Double cup love promethazine
Sipping on wockheardt pissing out green
Nigga want cancer want no smoke
We was riding with a thirty round pole we throwed
Make the money multiply nigga that's the goal
Tell my lil brother stop worrying about hoes
Yeah, you ain't make a scene
Counting up cho chos back of the beam
Came with a broom stick didn't come to clean
F&N pool stick flash with a gleam
Popping my shit you ain't want to know me
Having twenty four shots in a glock Kobe
Standing on the block still screaming fuck police
Imma drop the whole pint for the dead homies

These percs and xans goin keep me high
Boy you goin threaten me you ain't gotta fye
I smoke this za til a nigga get high
These hoes goin run around telling these lies
Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high
The cash come in and it's blowing right by
Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet
Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying
Now she sad
Young nigga double my cup in the back of the jag
Drip like me boy you never did that
Rock amiri jeans with the off white tag
East Atlanta zone I'm ahead of my class
Off of my ass moving way too fast
Glock turn a nigga to a thing of the past
Opps running out the hood throwing out flags

Drop my bitch when she turn into a task
Five five six boy yo head out yo ass
Fire y'all sealing the zip out the cash
Got bad bitches twisting up inside the jag
They set up our sippy cups like I'm matata
Love fucking on models that young nigga crazy
Came out my mama with sixteen zips and a digi they call four forty eight baby
Walk up in lenox I spin like a fidget
Bands coming in about the size of a midget
Know we designer exotic exquisite
I turn up the pressure apply to these bitches
Call me a opp Imma put him on a tee
Said you want a verse is going be a lil fee
I can not stop I'll put in OT fuck around OD these

These percs and xans goin keep me high
Boy you goin threaten me you ain't gotta fye
I smoke this za til a nigga get high
These hoes goin run around telling these lies
Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high
The cash come in and it's blowing right by
Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet
Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying
Now she sad
Young nigga double my cup in the back of the jag
Drip like me boy you never did that
Rock amiri jeans with the off white tag
East Atlanta zone I'm ahead of my class
Off of my ass moving way too fast
Glock turn a nigga to a thing of the past
Opps running out the hood throwing out flags