Devon Tyler - High Right Now (feat. Victory 815 & Hustlas INK) Lyrics

I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now
I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now

I'm high than a motherf*cker I just keep on rollin'
Taste too good to put out so I just keep on smokin'
Eyes barely open, it's like I'm peekin through some blinds
My homie steady chokin', let me crack the window before he die
This that rapper weed, fiends pay 40 a gram and do it happily
This shit taste like fruits, berries, and apple trees
Come get that pack from me, I need a stack of Z's
I blow her back and leave
You say you want a half well, that's a half a G
Just cause we f*ckin', baby, don't think this gas is free
Break that shit down, add some hash and keef
Light that shit up, then pass it back to me
If it ain't top shelf or Za, my nigga, what is you rollin' up
A half a joint that is a have you straight, this shit is strong as f*ck
Still smokin' with the windows up, bending corners tinted up
In love with Mary Jane, I just can't get enough

I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now
I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now

Head up in the clouds, sometimes I looketh down
Almost dropped my crown, but such a item may never toucheth ground
Smellin' like a pound, I go articulate all over sound
How I play with nouns, actually changed how I play with nouns
I be burnin' sticky-icky, runnin' laps around the city
Finest women toss me kitty, cause a nigga chillin' litty
And my weed f*ckin' fabulous like Tom Ford
Came a long way from snatching yay out of Honda doors
I'm ambitious, rich, ain't a thing that I can't afford
Roll the windows up, close the doors, keep the cloud aboard
GZA told you niggas there was one that yield a liquid with Sword
He there in the Versace shades burnin' an Emperodor
Pay attention, follow where the women and the weed flock
Five hundred dollar Creed, drowned out by my weed stock
Told her that that pussy ain't got the power weed got
Give an ultimatum, you or weed, baby, we'd stop

I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now
I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now