Highed Up

Uhh. Yeahh.
Rest In Peace
Pimp CFool
Yeah, UhSome of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so
G's gon' get highed up
Fuck all that shit you talk,you ain't got no
Byzantine chain,
Chutes & Ladders,
Chevy's - candy canesbitches tangled in my slang - pilot language
We assassinate them lamesflash my high beamsget the fuck up out our lanesay
Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it,less a couple niggas though,
I ain't really trippin' thoughsee 'em when we see 'emsend 'em bottles and a couple hosspread love is the
Jet way,all day, me and my bitch ridin' to that
Biggieup to
Texas choppin' wit big
Bun up out a meal ticketreal niggas from my set know i still kick itothers be like i don't fuck with 'em,that's why i don't fuck with 'em
I don't know why though, i ain't ever fuck with 'emwould never do that to 'em, if i came up with 'emwell fuck niggas.
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'this is trill nigga season,real niggas eatin', scrap,get the scraps if we leave em.
YeahSome of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so
G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up