Get High Lyrics - Young Thug

Ay yo nephew 

I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin' air 

But in a Backwood, ya dig? 

I wanna get high, yeah 

'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah 

Got no Backwoods, fly yeah 

I could break one down with my supplies, yeah 

Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car 

Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars 

Brand new dash, I got brand new cash 

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass 

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Give the password, psych 

'Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight 

But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb 

Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds 

Fuck you talkin', bitch you ran off on 'em 

How these lil handcuffs and you cops can't cuff me 

In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat 

This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks) 

Trap spot's like a store 

Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor 

Watch that door (watch that door) 

Watch that door (you gotta watch that door) 

Watch that door 

I roll up two point fives 

Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives 

Way too stoned, don't remember these guys 

Hold up, so high I'ma risk my life, ain't even tryna go to these skies 

Hold up strollers 

I want the whole cut 

I make a slut slut 

I eat it cold cut 

Hair getting longer 

Weed getting stronger 

'Bout to strong arm her 

'Bout to go and bone girl 

She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro 

I take you from the stars, take you to my world 

But she didn't get a chance to get my number 

She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama 

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I wanna get high, yeah 

'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah 

Got no Backwoods, fly yeah 

I could break one down with my supplies, yeah 

Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car 

Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars 

Brand new dash, I got new cash 

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass 

With a lot of old money 

Everybody want somethin' from me 

Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel 

'Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill 

And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille 

And my gas tank is on full 

Stack goods, them Backwoods 

We cock back and we pull 

Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK 

We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say? 

I be out here gettin' it, gotta get it 'cause I got it on 

I'm the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on 

It ain't as easy as I make it look 

See what I'm sayin', I ain't playin', nigga take a look 

We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and I'm seasick for real 

Thugger Thug, what it does, let's get this motherfuckin' money cuz 

I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces 

Them new cases and new bases and new aces 

Florida-anapolis, ain't no stoppin' us 

Power preaches patience 

Balling in two places 

Exchanges, smoke faces 

Count this money on a PJ in my PJs 

Goin' fast, get in tussles on the E-way 

Smoking on that OG 

I fell on my AP, got me a Rollie 

I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey 

And her head dope 

And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off 

I don't fuck with vapors but I'm high-igh-igh 

I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i 

I wanna get high, yeah 

'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah 

Got no Backwoods, fly yeah 

I could break one down with my supplies, yeah 

Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car 

Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars 

Brand new dash, I got new cash 

Brand new chick, got her brand new ass 

See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us 

But umm 

This shit is a marathon man 

This ain't no motherfuckin' umm, hundred yard dash 

Man step back 

You ain't in our league 

Thugger Thug, Doggy Dog 

Nephew we on 

We out