Whats His Face - We Get High (feat. Milya Brethren) Lyrics

Stay steady I'mma lay low
Puffin' on some dro light it up when I say so
Catch me with a kangol f*ckin' up the bankroll
I'll be crossin' borders switch it up like a peso
Roll another eighth though
Focused see I'm focused on mine
Lazy boy push your button put your life in recline
On top never frontin' never fallin' behind
Yeah I'm back with the brotha flip it back and rewind
So so so so fluid like wine
Rollin' packs I remember when we rollin' up dimes
Bring it back to the days and the moment of time
Used to laugh at the ways we was spittin' our rhymes
Professionals when it came down
Step in the ring let it rain when it came out
Never phased by these lames all these fake clowns
And every day picked the lane for the take down
Everybody fake now, see it when I look in they eyes
I be flippin' up a dutch and make you legally blind
It be colt forty five two dubies a night
Since we grindin' and we vibin' man we gotta stay high
Born off that sense of 'milya
You finna get familiar with the milya if you off that reggie
Please don't like tilla bryson
What I got will knock you out like Tyson
Aight then
Nothin' but green like Iceland while I'm hikin
Across these mountainous terrains
While I'm switchin' lanes
Burnin' big no Daddy Kane, mayn
Watch me do my thing, Ay
Fly so high like a bird's back
This that loud, know you heard that
Got a plug on a pound let's burn fat
Goin' straight animal like a pair cat
On a beat it's that player pack gotta pay for that
Yes sir
Flow cold you need a sweater
Peep the gesture, smooth texture
I'm trynna drown shit out
I Got a ounce of loud I'm boutta roll
Pack the bowl, and if you act up bitch
You ain't hitting shit
You ain't put in on it though
Talkin bout moderation, HA
What the f*ck is that?
I'm trynna sit on my ass
Long ass week I ain't finna do shit
But puff puff pass on this gas
Please don't judge me
Mind moving hunnit a minute
I needa slow it a bit, lemme get centered
Fill a cone really quick, I'm bouta hit it
And forget about the stress that'd
Be so lovely
Overthinking got me antisocial
Introverted motions only movin' solo
Me and doja focused, roller coastin
Head in the clouds
Edible finally feelin it now
Stuck in a loop of euphoria
Smoking the formula
Find me at home and I'm rollin and lighting them bowls up