Super High

You think you got the bind 'cause I rolled You a joint? I smoke with all mine, Baby girl, what's your point? Don't front, you in the back of a long Line Tryna get in 'cause only members inside Trees Get twisted up like fingers in gang signs Purple Kush has broke my fall, I fell from a Grapevine Super high from the free throw line, I'm Drexler status, fly, duckin' espionage Many of Jealous eyes scrutinize the ride But the jets in The house like the curtains and the blinds It Hurt to see me shine, that's why they frontin' All the time In they internet videos, Digital CB4 Angry orangutans, I'm arrangin' my Sneakers I'm the action on the court, you the Gum stuck to the bleachers I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo High off that head, Man, you dyin' on that hydro Slim baby, Ride rims through the suburbs Niggas got a problem, Houston? Uh, I thought of this fresh off a bong Rip My bitch next to me, gettin' undressed for Me Runnin' bathwater, playin' her favorite songs While I get another one lit Don't usually smoke At all, but say tonight she'll take a hit That's understood From the smell and by what I Paid, you know it's good Them niggas with me, They from the hood Now we throw parties in The sky I'm on the forty-second floor, now that's Super high Champagne, more paper planes than you can Fly Them young niggas fail soon as they try When the paparazzi flash, I'll be countin' all this Cash Plottin' a million and how to build a Mountain out of hash, come on All these cars, All these stars, all around me Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll Find me 'Cause we are, we are Super high Yeah, yeah, yeah, Rosé Uh, I'm gettin' money, no Illuminati My pain never went In vain, it's all over my body Hit the Spliff in my Mr. Bugatti Kick it with my Lil' homies, I'm Mr. Miyagi I gotta buy my niggas each a pound Tweakin' Up our sneaker style, passin' reefer 'round Spittin' Only lethal rounds, speakers beatin' down Not Talkin' munchies when I say my niggas eatin' now Promoter gave me forty thou', I think we even Now Piña Colada papers, smoke the Garden of Eden Out Uh, Taylor Gang is what we bleed about Jet setters in places you only read about And Now everywhere I go It's so strong, They ask me where I get my smoke Bitches Don't gotta guess, they know I keep one rolled Up, we can do whatever you want Smokin' Piña Colada papers Baby girl, we don't fuck with them Blunts Unless I'm with the bucks If you're lookin' for me, you can find me In the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with The boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You get yours, I'm gettin' mine the they Tellin'? What the fuck are they tellin'? Super high Ayo, waitress I need another bottle of Rosé I need another bottle of the Rosé I need Another bottle of the Just order, Just order, just order another bottle of