[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 1: Papa Pine]

If smoking weed gets you high

Then why not go down on a bitch when she's rollin' the pine?

Push me into the pussy

Not now, got a blunt to light

I might wanna fuck when the blunt is done

Pumpin' the cunt, and I won't jump the gun

Roll the whole O, ho, then blow me slowly

Gotta go when you done

Grip as I double the cup, sip a puddle of mud

Got one pint in my blood

Twelve O's got me real fucked up

Eyes roll back, I spill my drugs

Homies roll me up, then smoke me in the blunt

Bitch, I am nothing just ash in the cup

Hard to lay back in this grave that I dug

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]

I just fucked your bitch in some Nike flip flops

Whipped the dope so hard until my fuckin' wrist locked

I just got a bundle of the heron out the east

Break it down and cut it, now I got a quarter key

Smokin' indo dope, no, you can't hit this, though

Cocaine, choppin' snow, I got that drip goin' down my throat

Always justify to get my urges satisfied

So let me clarify

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]

Now, now, now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 3: Pouya]

Yuh

Well, it's the $outh $ide $uicide

Buffet Boys, we worldwide

Global 'til the day I die

I love to see my bitches cry, it gets me off

Baby girl, you gettin' lost in the sauce

I don't talk to nobody, I don't got a boss

You sayin' you gon' shoot me, you don't got the balls

Or the guts to bust me in the temple

Why these rappers so sentimental?

Wake up in the morning like what was I meant for?

All of these ho's be trifling

All of them ho's is nymphos

They can fuck but don't give 'em my info, no

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout