Highs & Lows lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Cash me out, sh*t, I'm coming with the [?] trees
16, like I bring it to you vocally
No smoking in the V, while you chauffeur me
Let's make it home safe, stay focused, B
No con man, n*gga selling poparee
I just cleaned up the mess, I had O.C.D
Got treacherous, had to take O.P.P
I live life, n*gga, I don't watch no TV

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
I got highs [?] good
I got lows, you wanna buy some more?
I got a house [?] know me for the [?] though
n*gga, get it how you get it, can't knock your flow
Everything lit, it's a rocket show
It's gon' go regardlous, take your profits low
To keep it from myself, but it's optional
Whatever you wanna do, let's rock and roll

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
If no one ever told you, bro, I run this here sh*t
Talking 'bout a god, not a gun kill sh*t
Moving with the stoners, them the ones I build with
Yeah, you need a hundred, f*ck boy, that's lil sh*t
Somewhere undisclosed, with close to a million
So pardin me if I don't pardin your feelings
This indostry I'm in, it ain't [?] with realness
So it's back to the mountin with the goons and gorillas
I don't really feel love
And they calling me the new plug
He be up on all the new drugs
Shout out to my shooter
Keep me clean like a toothbrush
He be thugging out the new drugs
I don't give two f*cks
Better tell him that we move tough
f*ck you really gon' do, bruh?
f*ck you really gon' do, bruh?
Acting hard as f*ck, hard as f*ck til we pull up
Smoke nothing less than exotic
Like my gonja strong like narcotics
In the summer, I get it poppin
I can show you nerds what a [?]
Keep on piling all these packs up
And I never get to the bottom
All I know is chronic
Since a young babe in a bonnit

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
I got highs [?] good
I got lows, you wanna buy some more?
I got a house [?] know me for the [?] though
n*gga, get it how you get it, can't knock your flow
Everything lit, it's a rocket show
It's gon' go regardlous, take your profits low
To keep it from myself, but it's optional
Whatever you wanna do, let's rock and roll

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
Size 11 or 12 shoe
Can't believe me, I do what I wanna do
And I'm a maniac, driving on the 101
Man, it's Andre Nicki, it don't make me none
'Cause I'm bonified, cirtified, on the [?] line
Loud pack rolled up in your alpine
Sometimes I let the weed [?] my whole vision
[?] no decision
I turn around like a [?] with a pearl tip
Feel [?] yeah, [?] full grip
You line up like coke
Chopped up with a I.D., please don't remind me
Big fish like a [?]
And you can live nextdoor, and I'ma still say write me
Gutted up, run it up, make it live, ho
Blowing weed is a habit when I drive, ho
I like to gamble like Jimmy the Greek
And when I go out to eat, the b*tches like to speak
And I'm [?] so low with the profile
And [?] blow loud
I hit the mall with the look of a young child
Spitting like a grown up, turn your earphones up
I knock hard like a drug bust
Sold crack to [?] let's crush the weed up