Fucking High

Fucking high
Me and
We fucking high
Chillin', it’s a whole vibe
In and out
It’s a constant in and out
And the party never dies

Fucking high
Me and
We fucking high
Chillin', it’s a whole vibe
In and out
It’s a constant in and out
And the party never dies

Whatever, man, whatever
I’m already too far gone
The night was wild and I was on point
Got three more in the back seat

Fucking high
Me and
We fucking high
Chillin', it’s a whole vibe
In and out
It’s a constant in and out
And the party never dies

Whatever, man, whatever
I’m already too far gone
The night was wild and I was on point
Got three more in the back seat, yeah

In and out yeah yeah yeah
Roll it up and light the fire
Whatever yeah yeah yeah
I’m sitting for more than two hours, baby, goodbye!
And I’m feeling light
Ice around my neck
Blow it down for the homie
And I’m high
Purple, drink, and weed
Blonde where you at?
Blonde where you at?
I'm so fucking high!
Pour the drink and bring it
Make it a dry one, yeah
Just two hits and I’m at peace
Rockstar, cover of the vice
Serve me the green, I’m feeling nice
And I can burn the cash, I don’t care

Not understanding anything
After a few hits, I can’t see a thing
I just know how to laugh, my flow’s got that vibe playing in the houses
Inflated party
According to the count, there’s five for each
Organized crew
And the trap’s involved in other stuff
How much longer
I’m lost in this vibe
I leaned in with the girl, if I pull her in, it’s a done deal
The result is in and out
I saw she’s down
I’m like my homies, I don’t care
Until a while
To keep it safe, I put a copyright on this

Fucking high
Me and
We fucking high
Chillin', it’s a whole vibe
In and out
It’s a constant in and out
And the party never dies
Whatever, man, whatever
I’m already too far gone
The night was wild and I was on point
Got three more in the back seat

Rain of Ciroc
No cup
If the cups come, I won’t hold back
How we doing, man?
The focus is on the plan but we’re still cyclops
Party, don’t stop
Funk, dub, hip hop
Punk, club, even pop
I roll it up!
The girl’s talking to me
Saying she hears between the lines all day, but today she wants me solo
I don’t ask for chill
For her, I ask for more sex
Even being relaxed, I still make three tracks
And I still roll six blunts
Come through, Jay Kay
Man, you don’t know what I know
You don’t trace what I trace
Bring what I bring
Do what I do
I came to be king

Fucking high
Me and
We fucking high
Chillin', it’s a whole vibe
In and out
It’s a constant in and out
And the party never dies
Whatever, man, whatever
I’m already too far gone
The night was wild and I was on point
Got three more in the back seat.