Too High lyrics
by Max B
[Chorus]
Boss man Byrd Gang sh*t
We highed up Biggavel
Boss Don ugh Too high
To get over from
Puffing this piff this
Grand Cru got me drunk as a b*tch
Owww too low to get under
I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong
I don’t need no more
Too high to get over
It’s like I need a G50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the
Ninas from Swizzy
Too low to get under
As long as the street to take me
And I don’t care what
n*ggas think of as long
As we stay caking
[Max B Verse]
You dont wanna get popped get shot bullets in yo ass
Made the n*gga scream
Me and the game so intimate
Cop some extra vests's
Since the the job beis your incident
But we all know that ain't real, its like a b*tch against Biggavel
That ain't fair, cause I'ma sell her out
Spread her wide and double back
Put her out on stroll and sell her for a couple stacks
Now go blow it all on Clicquot (and remy)
Shorty on the dance floor blowing my meat slow
I f*cks with b*tches that deep-throat
So when the Feds raid
They swallow all the D and the weed smoke
And you can't see whats under the V coat
My swag so mean I could clutter your cheese flow
I let the sawed off....BLAM THERE YOUR KNEES GO
Lit his BVD’s up where his tees go