HAF

[Verse 1: godly mC] And i'm on the green cheifin' with my homies Tho' this ain't Kansas City Eyes red as they helmets So all my botanists feel me Feel free to interject with some zest for my chest Lemon haze got ya body in arrest I drop bars for 'em , sky high, super star for 'em Really thats the norm, but still i'm in rare form Sitting on the cloud, coming down and they watch the reign My mind is like an airshow and this is one of the planes Of thought, get on my level Godly, Fly Rebel She graduated to backwoods, no more cigarillos Only hit it once she just here for the mellow Blacklight make the smoke glow yellow Green lady in a brown dress, invite her , in-hale-o All my niggas smokin' flavors, more flavors than jello More flavors than jello? somewhat a connoisseur But all these flowers in my meadow, I can't even touch the floor [Hook: Cooley] We be high as fuck (2x) Lega-c don't smoke So we be high as fuck We be high as fuck (2x) Ryda Blak don't smoke So we be high as fuck We be high as fuck Uhh We be high as fuck Sierra can't smoke So we be high as fuck We be high as fuck We be high as fuck Nigga [Verse 2: TeeJay] Started from the bottom now I'm cloud nine Kissin on the spine of sumn fine that say she love my rhymes That ecstasy won't get the best of me So tell Mary j set up a session for me Supply nothing but exotic, I'm tryin get away Blow away my problems for another day Nd on that other day, roll up another j They say why ya eyes low, tell em you was in race To top, king shit, spark and oversee nd shit Rollin up sum luxury, maybach caprices When I'm in the sessions, it's two hits nd dish off If this one is personal, pull up like I'm Chris Paul That's a facial, what I smoke interracial Vanilla and a chocolate, dutches on the label Split em down the middle, fill it with that good Wanna burn one with ya boy i think you should [Hook] [Verse 3: Cooley] I get more high the a lil bit One point two grams get a nigga lit I be smokin on Pineapple Express These lil niggas dyin off snigglefits A lil freak joint and a fat blunt On the real What more could a nigga want Like forreal What more could a nigga need Bright leaves Sunkist strands No seeds Gettin smacked in the back of a lac Never off track Wrote this track in the backseat Of my nigga MC SUV Smokin OG Fuckabout the police Tell a bitch "roll up or roll out" Me tee MC Bring the hoes out Hit a blunt Hit the stage then show out When we done Roll one Then we roll out [Hook]