Verse 1:



Before I set it off and show what I'm gonna do to ya

Possess the bomb chocolate from Oakland to Utica

My real live niggas in the place and no queen

Wave your splif high son

Fuck the bullshit

When your arms are open

My palms release the bomb

Reviving the alarm

My word is bond

Scream at niggas through the intercom

Up to date, let's roller skate

Yo my whole squad smoking aint straight unless we smoking at eight

High rate, I always produce the potion

Weed smoking got me moving slow motion like we floatin on relax ocean

All my peeps who feel high

Dont want you darkin shades, there's to much smoke up in your eye

Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin

My get high has niggas wantin to start singin

And this goes out to those that smoke out the bong

And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws



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Buy a nickel bag

Smoke a little lye

Get high tonight

Get high tonight



Verse 2:



Yo, bounce back you just caught the contact african black overreact Charge

I'm bout to bench the whole wack must interact on every track

Blow this spot down niggas break fool and smoke across the world almanac

My sons that don't smoke and get high drinkin

Cognac, Hennesey, Cristal but wait

What's goin on with dat?

With the deal done sometimes I sip Jamaican white rum

Taste with a little milk, I know y'all niggas want some

Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum

So a nigga breath don't blahhh!!!

Get high, then i get fly

When i be shopping at the atrium

Smoking in the center of Yankee stadium

Stand strong, yes we rock on and on

The Flipmode stamps all of my songs

They get a place them niggas must perfrom

Smoke till your brain fry

So high you can't open your eye

My niggas need to just



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