If It Ain't

[Intro] Man this trippy stick's some fire [Hook 2x] If it ain't kush, it won't touch my lighter I only smoke that shit that get me higher (and higher, and higher, higher) If it ain't drank, it ain't in my cup Gotta be that purple and yellow, I be turnin' up [Verse 1] I stay, I stay high as fuck Pour me up some more Pimp C Laid back with your girlfriend She ride my dick like a GMC Everyday I turn up Burnin' green and sippin' lean Codeine and Promethazine My money longer than a limousine Bitch bow down and kiss the ring I count more cash than a money machine I'm so dope in that Rolls Royce You can park my shit on a triple beam Squeaky clean, thousand dollar belt Thousand dollar shoes, thousand dollar jeans Juicy J so fresh to death, I hop out and I kill the scene Real goons on my team, this black truck got an army in it This the trippy life, my double cup got Barney in it And the hoes here and I'm tryna fuck Your baby mama is not a ten but when I'm drunk she close enough [Hook] [Verse 2] Shine so hard, you need shades I been up for three days I live that shit that I say I'm getting stoned, out on stage Take a groupie, go berserk I got cake, no dessert In the game, twenty years And I still sip that syrup Juicy J is sick and that lean is my medicine In the back seat of that Ghost, all I see is dead president I pour lean in my lemonade and lean in my sprite Bitch I'm getting high as fuck for the rest of my life Bitch I live in cloud nine, prescription pills and cough syrup Bad bitches keep rolling up, I fuck your girl til we sober up Trippy trippy trippy, high like Bobby & Whitney I stay turnt up, I stay pourin' up, I smoke more weed than a hippy [Hook] [Bridge 2x] I smoke more weed than a hippy, I smoke more weed than a hippy I smoke more weed, I smoke more weed, I smoke more weed than a hippy [Hook]