[Intro]

Yea yea, CP

Yea, ChickenFingers

[Chorus]

I'm so fucking high, I feel the beat but not my face

I know my drank's too strong but i can't even taste it

Going crazy, cause this bitch saying she loves me

But i know she's trying to play me

Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's

[Verse 1]

Riding around the town and I'm smoked out

More clouds than a rainy day when we toke loud

Folks proud, cause a younging always on his grind

On shawty train I'm running, I got hundreds on my mind

And I'll be gotdamned if somebody fronts on my man

Try me in the city, sticks, or find me in the island

Chopping up the beat but you don't want to see me violent

Chopping up the heap and it's still shining like a diamond

White man, with some brown skin, and a green thumb

Medusa on the belt, looking G'd up

Fill her Solo, she got D cups

For the low-low, when i re-up

I need mo-mo, never enough

Never run dry, trees on bonsai

Asian girl mixed, like a Mai Tai

Pussy out this world, coochie sci-fi

I be way up, CP high rise

My team rude boys, bunch of wise guys

I got connects, like some WiFi

Serve them out the window, like a drive-by

[Chorus]

I'm so fucking high, I feel the beat but not my face

I know my drank's too strong but i can't even taste it

Going crazy, cause this bitch saying she loves me

But i know she's trying to play me

Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's

[Chorus]

I'm so fucking high, I feel the beat but not my face

I know my drank's too strong but i can't even taste it

Going crazy, cause this bitch saying she loves me

But i know she's trying to play me

Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's

[Verse 2]

Too turnt should I turn back

Got a bag full of herb, finna burn that

Respect on my name, CP earned that

Probably got it because I brought it in a burlap

Shawty bad but I ain't about to buy a Birk' bag

Sometimes I'm quiet but I'm not the one to chirp at

I'm smoking loud, the blunt be screaming "bloody murder!"

Pull up on you like yea nigga what the word now

You talking street until I turn you to a curb mouth

So call me "daddy", listen son you need to learn now

I'm fucking sentences and giving birth to word childs

A little bitch ain't something that the world is going to turn around

I've been going so hard day to day

I've been with these ho's off lean, molly, and K

No time for a fake, cause these niggas deceive like some makeup

A lot of ho's want a ring so they fake love so I'm cool

Don't need a boo because I've got jewels and I've got goons

And they've got juice

And they don't want hands because they've got tools

Hate to get reckless but I can't get played as a fool

In the rear view see them watching my moves

I'm hot with the tunes but I'm a hot boy

So I still get stopped by the blues

That's inevitable, peep what I pulled up in

And after that check out his shoes, I don't play fair

I'm such a good sport

I ain't a bad sport because my team doesn't lose

Call up your squad and we'll mob on your crew

Your chick wipe me down, call it swabbing the deck

Under my Gucci's and pulled down my True's

Making some plays while your chick give me neck

[Chorus]

I'm so fucking high, I feel the beat but not my face

I know my drank's too strong but i can't even taste it

Going crazy, cause this bitch saying she loves me

But i know she's trying to play me

Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's