Nigga, this *** right here, this what we do, W-E-E-D I shouldn't have to tell you to roll your buns, they should already be lit, bitch Niggas always ask me why I get so high I tell them I ain't *** business I'm trying to find a couple swishers and I'm so high I think I bought a box and don't remember They watch singing this voice, so high You see that smoke coming out them windows I keep circle like the winds blows You smell purple when the wind blows Don't know how I wake up sober, I go to sleep So high Can't even keep my eyes open Remember first time I tried smoking wheels So high Damn near thought I was gonna die joking Smoke bush, so that's probably why I look So high Eyes getting red, mouth all dry So high My memory, y'all It's fading away Swag, I need you to call up So high You know, before a fit act That you got the best weed in your mother*** town or your section Yeah Taylor Gang gon' be in your city or state And I need you to blow it down with your boy It's Mr. Easy Whiter Where my man Wiz Khalifa This the blood by the O Swishers, sweets, no feelings, come on Took a trip out to Cali And man I never been Before or even after that Me and my niggas rolling back to back until we get So high Yeah I throw 30 blunts before a show They like, how do you perform? So high I say, this is what I does You can say, yeah, I love my drugs Matter of fact, roll another one, come I buzz It's fading away I get everybody in this bitch So high Brought to chronic, everybody get a spliff Don't smoke, get a tiny little whiff and be feeling So high Ha ha Smoking in my car, don't even know how I could drive my whip So high Roll another one when the first blunt's lit So high My energy, y'all It's fading away Yeah You know Keep that cloud of smoke, man Stay rolling up them Swishers Pulling out that bag Yeah