Freddie Gibbs - High lyrics

rate me

ft. Danny Brown

Indo, kushed out

Trillest nigga living ever pushed out

Never finished college like my brother or my sister

I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud

Getting zoned out, eyes red

Momma and my daddy said my mind dead

They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due

Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred

‘Cause I'm carefree, sucker-free

Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me

But now I'm on the screen and these magazines

They be trying to stop a nigga like, smoke something, G

Can we get a couple grams? Nigga, hell, no

Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all

I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog

So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all

I gets high

I get high, I get high, I get high

I gets high

I get so blowed, I can't stand up

I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda

‘Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up

So they came back to my room, they getting rammed up

We trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke

So when I finish with these swishers I'll be down your throat

And two of y'all, one of me, three of us

Should I hit my niggas up? Hell, no, I'mma pound them both

‘Cause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew

Two snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?

White snow in the crib if you need that, too

Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through

I gets high

I get high, I get high, I get high

I gets high

Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes

Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die

Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind

All because the trouble just copped to my nine

Back in the Caddy smoking swishers with my nigga

Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor

Burning down basements, face it

Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying

Midwest living, oven open in the kitchen

Heating up the house where your shit could come up missing

Dope fiend tripping ‘cause he just copped a nick

But he say he can’t find it, but it's right in his pocket

All day long, gotta get my profit

Just poured a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic

On a different subject, lights is the topic

‘Cause he talking money so, nigga, just stop it

All day long, getting high on the low

Bitch, snow bunny be sniffing that snow

Twerking that summer, I really don't know

‘Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed

I get high, I get high, I get high

I gets high

Hey, are you ok?

You slobbing, you ok?

Is he ok?

Are you ok?

He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real

You alright?

Oh my God

God bless, man