Smoke Somethin Songtext

Icy hot shit, move, I can change the climate
My gun hidden in designer
Snap quick, I woke up and chose violence (I did)
I speak the truth when I'm rhyming
Why you still walking around with closed eyelids? (Still sleep)
Fire kicks, my entirе whip
Clean, watch me fire up a stick whilе these wheels spin (Skrrt)
I done hooked up with some real tens
But they brains cooked, so we never linked again
So much ink leaked from this pen
I just smoke and I pray, Lord, forgive me for my sins, yeah

I get high, I get high, I get high
Ooh
I get high, I get high, I get high (Oh, I'm gettin' high, this world'll bring you down)
Ooh (But I'ma get you high, mane, Paul Wall, baby)

I'm smoking something exclusive they ain't got in the shop yet
You want that top tree? You gon' pay tip-top check
Stacking guap in the 'Lac , Term' in the drop 'Vette Carat cut diamonds, I just got a new top set
My top regret is tapping out smoking with Snoop
But I blame it on the Swishas, you can go ask Goof
I was ready for round two with a astronaut suit
I had to get my weight up smoking out with Devin the Dude
I'm talking all day, every day like chimneys at the North Pole
Roll the concentrate in the middle, call it a pothole
I smoke the fronto solo and do it pronto
But don't trip, it's more on the console
I beat another case like bongos, but it was all God
Let me shout out to my little bro Saud and Pretty Todd (Saud)
Like a garage how I change out oil
This blunt's mine, we ain't smokin' it plural so roll your own and get high

I get high, I get high, I get high (Termanology, what up, god? What up, twin? Yeah)
Ooh (Paul Wall, baby, Sheek Louch, D-Block, I got 'em, baby, yeah)

Fresh to death, dunny gotta be fly
I'm watching wack rappers blow up, I gotta be high
I don't say nothing, but fuck that, I want you to try
He ain't stop you? That ain't your family, he want you to die
Must hate seeing you happy, they want you to cry
They don't like when you tell the truth, they want you to lie
My mama gone, so I'm blowing smoke up to the sky
Shit, I been knew the answers when 'Kiss was asking you, "Why?"
I used to roll Phillies, White Owls and such
But that shit was a little strong, so I switched to the Dutch
Then I switched to the paper, cones is coming in clutch
You got good bud, I'm staying in touch (Where you at?)
From New York to Texas even out in the South
I ain't passing before Covid 'cause I ain't trust your mouth
Bitches sucking dick and niggas eating ass
You nasty motherfucker, you asking me to pass? I get high

I get high, I get high, I get high (Feel that?)
Ooh
I get high, I get high, I get high
Ooh