Young Thug - Get High Lyrics

Read Time:3 Minute, 41 Second

Ay yo nephew
I think its time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin air
But in a Backwood, ya dig?

I wanna get high, yeah
Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, Im not talkin a car
Shawty she bad, fuck round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

Give the password, psych
Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight
But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb
Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds
Fuck you talkin, bitch you ran off on em
How these lil handcuffs and you cops cant cuff me
In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me straight stacks
Trap spots like a store
Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor
Watch that door watch that door
Watch that door you gotta watch that door
Watch that door
I roll up two point fives
Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives
Way too stoned, dont remember these guys
Hold up, so high Ima risk my life, aint even tryna go to these skies
Hold up strollers
I want the whole cut
I make a slut slut
I eat it cold cut
Hair getting longer
Weed getting stronger
Bout to strong arm her
Bout to go and bone girl
She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro
I take you from the stars, take you to my world
But she didnt get a chance to get my number
She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama

With a lot of old money
Everybody want somethin from me
Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel
Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill
And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille
And my gas tank is on full
Stack goods, them Backwoods
We cock back and we pull
Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK
We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say?
I be out here gettin it, gotta get it cause I got it on
Im the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on
It aint as easy as I make it look
See what Im sayin, I aint playin, nigga take a look
We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and Im seasick for real
Thugger Thug, what it does, lets get this motherfuckin money cuz
I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces
Them new cases and new bases and new aces
Florida-anapolis, aint no stoppin us
Power preaches patience
Balling in two places
Exchanges, smoke faces

Count this money on a PJ in my PJs
Goin fast, get in tussles on the E-way
Smoking on that OG
I fell on my AP, got me a Rollie
I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey
And her head dope
And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off
I dont fuck with vapors but Im high-igh-igh
I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i

See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us
But umm
This shit is a marathon man
This aint no motherfuckin umm, hundred yard dash
Man step back
You aint in our league
Thugger Thug, Doggy Dog
Nephew we on
We out