We Get High lyrics

[Intro]
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)
Ha, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, ha, ayy (Uh-huh)
Yeah (Uh-huh), uh
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse]
Yeah, Chanel, not no Chrome Hearts, my b*tch, she rock Number (N)ine
Ayy, n*gga tried to run down, draco hit him in his spine (Yeah)
n*gga tried to test his luck, like, why would you try? (Damn)
He a dead guy (Damn), put him in the sky (Yeah)
We get high as f*ck, yeah, we get stupid high (Stupid high)
Uh, we get super high (Huh), yeah, we get super fly (Yeah)
Yeah, they like, "How he did that?" (Yeah)
Ran all of that money up, forgot to pay my damn taxes (Ha)
Ridin' 'round wit' them sticks when we in Texas (Yeah)
Yo' ho on my di*k, so stop that damn flexin' (Ha)
Yeah, b*tch I keep that—, ain't no damn wrestlin' (Yeah)
Still f*ckin' on my ex-ho, ain't learn my damn lesson (Yeah)
And my mama know I'm up as f*ck, know they thought this sh*t was luck (Ha)
n*gga, what I look like? Droppin' a damn deluxe (Yeah)
And I got extended mag, that b*tch in my tux' (Yeah)
Copped my ho some new Rick (Yeah), he copped his ho some Chucks
And she like, "What the f*ck?" (What the f*ck?)
I could f*ck his b*tch 'cause he lame as f*ck (Lame as f*ck)
I could take his ho 'cause he broke as f*ck (Broke as f*ck)
n*gga, he broke as f*ck 'cause he don't do enough (Do enough)
n*gga, I'm up as f*ck, yeah, 'cause I do enough (Do enough)
And I'm in that Trackhawk wit' that Uzi tucked (Uzi tucked)
Rino in that Trackhawk wit' a groupie ho
[Outro]
Ha, uh, yeah, huh, groupie ho
Huh, yeah, groupie ho
Ha, Trackhawk, n*gga, wit' a groupie ho