... Smoking on that medical, high up on a pedestal Blowing on that green love, feeling so incredible Smoking get me high, but I be higher off them edibles
can't stop us, I think they oughta to stop it I'm talkin in that gheto english, sayin fuck the mobsters Gangsta niggas walk up in the club, high as hell
can't stop this, I think they ought to stop it I'm talking in that ghetto English, saying, fucking bastards Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club High
what's up I'm a keep it swaggin Till the day they come and lock me up Basically I don't give a fuck Go ahead try your luck Prices kinda high So you get
HELL NAW!! [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Shawty was so real back in '96 Before the big life all the ice and all the bricks Was small time grindin', high school
bang throw ya sets up come on bang bang bang throw ya sets up , throw ya sets ups , throw ya sets up. Bang bang click clack bow B08 north memphis memphis
m a selfish nigga I want 10 strong Oh no it happened again Let me get a good flow of that dro again Got phone blowin up like a high school bell Plus the
a fee but I Got Em' [Chorus] [Verse: Yo Gotti] I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged
a million times but bitch you still go be a freak She use to fuck with Triple C, now she fuck with Nimean Her sister and them from Mo-East Mountain That's a Memphis
ya Fishscales swerving wit yo bitch on the passenger side Shawty lets ride Rims still spinnin' so shawty lets glide She askin' me why, I don't get high
starvin' for a plate 'Cause they bitches like to talk about us, like they lick our balls I don't never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws I'm a North Memphis
and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby, we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin' down From the NYC and Memphis
Long distance information get in touch with my Marie She's the only one who's called me here from Memphis Tennessee Her home is on the southside high
hand Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking a trip to the Promised Land Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
was bleeding We just infected the germ, feed the maggots and worms taking turns dance around the fire while the bitches flag burn Hence these stripes of a South Memphis
don't die 'fore he get to me Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe Down 'til we die, stay high
thirsty, waiting on my debut I chase cash, not cat, like Pepe Le Pu I got style, dressed in Gucci Brooklyn nigga, A-Town stomping to oochie, whoa Hit 'em high
to the club and something i'm ..a couple hundred with a couple bad b*tches honey bottles when i come to that via i'm on that teen g high, twenty in my