show off wall to wall they go off Lil Wayne Get how you live or die trying Smoking on that G 5 We call it high flying As high as a Batman High Robin
that bacon be. Straight Gran n Patrone flow there is no chasin me. And that amnesia is what my medication be. That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland. So high
I know your mom hates my guts She must be high on coconuts Well, you better tell your mom That your gonna take me to the prom Hey, hey, hey, mama's boy
If you're havin' trouble with the high school head He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in his bed Here's what you gotta do Pick up the
da truth like vodka 180 proof don't drop ya draws I hump through ya daisy dukes (true) Put ya fingers in the da air if you're high (high) I walk by so
extras It's the truth, like funk 180 proof Don't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (True) Put your fingers up in the air if your high
floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black gun, red beam, ready for high
high in da Camry, whoa Dude, I stay so high, I can't stop drinkin' I feel like a fool, am I losin' my mind, baby Bubba I'm Dude, I stay so high, I can
no love, unless a nigga slangin drugs or high Conversations with these bitches on my mobil Always in control and never let these bitches know ya And even though I'm gettin high
ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me hear ya. Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* Well it's the one of the mill nigga the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to
it down Smash it up, smash it up Falling down There's power in the powder Dissolving in your guts There's power in the powder Dissolving in your guts
at your fat little frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name Analyze it My name should be Mack 11 I'm a higher caliber MC There's no
at your fat little frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name Analyze it My name should be Mack 11 I'm a higher caliber MC There's
frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name Analyze it My name should be Mack 11 I'm a higher caliber MC There's no question Anytime
Now lately, I've been findin' myself, pourin' my guts out Expressin' my thoughts, lettin' my nuts out in the walls Of sleep, I can't keep it all in the
Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I
drop me, i'm randomly sockin' fans and when my interviews in hockey masks, slap the journalists on they ass i'm high off speed, drivin' my car at high
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick Any sauce that got hits, not this yo [Chorus] [Project Paki] Any nigga wit guts, we got guts too More