Lyrics Let's Get High - Pee Wee Longway

Let's Get High

Yeah
I ain’t never been so high
Ask me have I been so high
Ask me why I be so high
How a nigga get so high?
(Ayy, Tano, fire that shit up)
Fire that shit up, fire that shit up
Fire that shit up, who got weed?
Fire that shit up, fire that shit up
Fire that shit up, who got weed?
I’m just rollin' three-point-five inside my Backwood
Jumped up out that pussy, weed just made it feel good
I roll my own, you smoke your own, I don’t want no headache
When I wake and bake, I smoke so great, my blunt like two eighths, ayy
Fire that shit up (Fire that shit up), roll up (Fire that shit up)
Fire it up (Fire that shit up), fire that shit up (Who got weed?)
Roll up (Fire that shit up), fire it up (Fire that shit up)
Fire it up (Fire that shit up), fire it up (Who got weed? Roll up)
This shit so good, when I bust my pound, I just might smoke one now
I smoke like Wiz, I smoke like Snoop do, we got stronger pounds
Three-five in the Backwood
New torch, this Cupcake, I can make it taste good
My ashes, smoke with a passion
I went Christian Dior with the fashion
I’m in Dior, we smokin' on Sprinkles
In the coupe, make a left with no blinkers
Got a yellowbone rollin' up fingers
I wear stripes on my back like a bengal
She said zaza make her pussy skeet
I’ma roll up a thumb, let’s do it
I’m a four-forty-eight connoisseur
JBA, yeah, I come out the sewer
Make the Draco sound like Dua
So many flavors, they thinkin' I grew it
We roll up the Pluto, it’s kickin' like Judo
It’s smokin' so good in the 'Wood
I’m back-to-back on the road with the pack
In the trunk and the load in the hood
I got the P’s that come with the pack
I can do a pop-up in the hood
Fire that shit up, fire that shit up
Fire that shit up, who got weed?
Fire that shit up, fire that shit up
Fire that shit up, who got weed?
I’m just rollin' three-point-five inside my Backwood
Jumped up out that pussy, weed just made it feel good
I roll my own, you smoke your own, I don’t want no headache
When I wake and bake, I smoke so great, my blunt like two eighths, ayy
Fire that shit up (Fire that shit up), roll up (Fire that shit up)
Fire it up (Fire that shit up), fire that shit up (Who got weed?)
Roll up (Fire that shit up), fire it up (Fire that shit up)
Fire it up (Fire that shit up), fire it up (Who got weed? Roll up)
I’m addicted to them P’s, I make M’s, time for B’s
My own strand M&M Sprinkles, pay my grower extra fees
I keep a baddie next to me, I gotta make sure that this natty don’t leak
Smokin' on broccoli, catchin' the box, it gotta be cool, she toxic
My left wrist drip like a faucet, I got the Runtz, hibachi
I’m smokin' on doda, the Very Berry, we got flavors, the torch is exotic
And I throw the pack like a hail mary, when it touch down, come in a box
I make her scream Bloody Mary when I sing, young Yak G shine on his top (Bloody
Mary, Bloody Mary)
Roll up an opp and I face it
Ain’t passin' my blunt like I laced it
Like Wiz and Snoop, she roll up papers, eyes look like an Asian
Got real good weed, smoke like Jamaicans
Twerk her ass just like Jamaican
Hundred-band jugg, I made her make it
Sellin' the buds, preroll the shake weed
Fire that shit up, fire that shit up
Fire that shit up, who got weed?
Fire that shit up, fire that shit up
Fire that shit up, who got weed?
I’m just rollin' three-point-five inside my Backwood
Jumped up out that pussy, weed just made it feel good
I roll my own, you smoke your own, I don’t want no headache
When I wake and bake, I smoke so great, my blunt like two eighths, ayy
Fire that shit up (Fire that shit up), roll up (Fire that shit up)
Fire it up (Fire that shit up), fire that shit up (Who got weed?)
Roll up (Fire that shit up), fire it up (Fire that shit up)
Fire it up (Fire that shit up), fire it up (Who got weed? Roll up)
(Ayy, Tano, fire that shit up)