Stay High lyrics

[Verse 1: Chito Rana$]
Uuh
Mmm
Yeah
Stay High
Okay
Uuh
I was only 12 whippin' coca in the kitchen
Momma walked in, then she started hella tripping
¿Qué estás haciendo?
I'ma go and get it
I'ma buy you anything you want and dont forget it
A white house and a truck on 26s
Shotty on my leg it got me walkin' like i'm pimpin'
I want a porsche I ain't tripping if its black
A morenita where her booty hella fat
A pretty b*tch but, she better have some class
A brick of coke so I could break it on the glass
Puro marijuana got me rollin' out a backwood
I'm f*cking on a white b*tch, inside of a classroom

[Hook: Chito Rana$]
Just stop you the type to call the cops
I’m the kind to keep on beefing 'til I see a body drop
You was snitching on the homies, you was cooling with the opps
Wе should chop your f*ckin' head so we could send it to thе opps
I'm not a rapper i'ma mothaf*ckin' g
A honda i'm in need thats where I mothaf*ckin' be
Model 65 i got it poking out my jeans
6 shots what you mean? i could hit 'em with like 3
Got 'em twitching like a zombie bust a move to billy jean
Its a thriller not a killer but i swear that i could be
The only thing i smoke is OG
Chilling with a pretty hyna f*ck her to some oldies
[Verse 2: Chito Rana$]
Uuh huuh
That's right
I ain't done yet
Hold on
Uuh huh
You see im 23 with this Glock 23
10 round mag will make a motherf*cker lean
A hollow tip will make his f*cking liver bleed
He don't wanna die he just really wanna breath
You see im good with the aim thats the family
I’m f*cking on they b*tches so i think thats why they mad at me
Im bagging up the dough with a full scope, right beside of me
I'm feeling like my pops
These vatos wanna murder me
Trapping out the telly, got a shooter on the balcony
Wake with two pretty b*tches and they making love to me
Kissin' on my neck while she whisper that shes into me
I wanna keep living this life until they kill me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I got a feeling that the cops is watching my moves lately
I got a feeling that the homies snitching too
So everywhere i go i gotta keep a gun or 2
God damn this world is getting colder
So I gotta raise my babies tough like a soldier
And 1 shot to my head our beefs over
So im peeking out the window rifle on my shoulder