Yeah So... (Part Deux)

Just copped this quarter, 'bout to go to the store For some backwoods, threw on my ACGs, don't fuck with them [?] Them whores outside too, even though it's cold Young'n bold, never doing what I'm told You would think I sold my soul to the Devil, a rebel These rap niggas is puppets, bitch you looking at Geppetto I'm only rolling fifties, any less I'll never settle Had her screaming now she dreaming Put the bitch in a falsetto, like damn... (Yeah) but don't mind me, I'm on some high shit Not that five niggas putting ten up for a dime shit Quarter whole and half zips, when it's getting passed bitch I'm only blowing sour and kush, niggas is passed piff Pothead, don't smoke? then drop dead Copping so much that my bud-man always seem to give me cred and Swear these trees the only thing keeping me sane I'm so muhfucking high I think a cloud replaced my brain It's not a game Yeah, yeah, it's not a game Yeah, yeah, it's not a game Only thing keeping me sane So muhfucking high I think a cloud replaced my brain, like Aight Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah So Yeah