Get High

[Intro: Lil Kashin Mane]
Bitch, Wopmann, pass the, ayy, we got, we got bongs and blunts
You know, bongs, blunts, joints, doinks, uh, bad bitches, aw man, you know
Here in the west, we get real high, I'ma like three up, uh

[Verse 1: Lil Kashin Mane]
I get so high (How high, ayy, how high do you get)
I get higher than a motherfucker trying to touch the moon and the stars
And all that, bad bitch want to call, I called back
What she want? Man, she want the dick right now (Right now?)
I'm finna pull up on this bitch, yeah, right now
Everybody know that I'm handing it out
She say I got Mary Jane dick, hermaphrodite shit
Hell nah, little bitch, 'cause Wopmann came with it
Dick got Nyquil in it, 'cause the bitch went to sleep, that's not no game
Lil Kashin Mane and Wopmann is the same
I'ma go stupid, motherfucker, I'm spitting off of the top the brain
I don't need no pen or pad, but your bitch gon' need the pad for his ass
She leave the house with me, we get high and roll all type of weed
I'm going in and out the motherfucking coochie slit
In and out like a motherfucking robbery, bitch (I'll be out real fast)
And I ain't playing no motherfucking games with a nigga
I get high and watch me switch lanes on a nigga (On a bitchass boy)
I get higher than a motherfucker, I get high, motherfucker
And I'm burning ash, I get high motherfucker, I just dropped some ashes
If I see an opp lacking, I don't give no passes (Nah)
I get high motherfucker, I'ma get high
Don't catch me off ecstacy, I'ma catch his ass
Got forties, thirty eights and a new mag
Pussy ass nigga, robbed his bitch for his bag
Yeah, pussy nigga, the world get Baghdad
I'm talking about I'll rob your dad for his bag
Bitch, ask your daddy for that cheese, I get high

[Verse 2: Sunshine Christo]
Choppa hit the bitch like it's Chris Brown
I ain't condone that, but I get around, I ain't a clown, I ain't ride in small cars
I drive in a truck and it's got real sound, I get high like my bro Lil P.o.H
I do dope and I smoke bowls, I change flows, just 'cause I can
Don't post me on your IG, I'm not your man
I don't fuck with you, what's hard to understand?
This a freestyle, I ain't going to plan, simple shit, be hitting the most
You saying big words that nobody knows, I got a gun and I keep it close
RIP VTM, Vampire Than Most, why you subtweet? Why you trying to post?
Don't test me, boy, you'll be put on roast
Choppa getting hit like Tai-Kwon-Do, like a junkie I get my dope
You know who it is when I open the door
After this song they're going to want an encore
Deep in the sea like the Marine Core
I don't know how to drive, I just know how to floor
Like SpongBob, I be on them suds, don't believe it? Just peep this cup

[Outro: Sunshine Christo]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Whose going on the first part? I haven't decided
I'm going to have to edit this out when I do