Paroles Let’s Get High par Peewee Longway

Yeah
I ain't never been so high
Ask me have I been so high
Ask me why I be so high
How a n***a get so high? (Ayy, Tano, fire that sh*t up)

Fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
Fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
Fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
Fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
I'm just rollin' three-point-five inside my Backwood
Jumped up out that pu**y, 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 sh*t up (Fire that sh*t up), roll up (Fire that sh*t up)
Fire it up (Fire that sh*t up), fire that sh*t up (Who got weed?)
Roll up (Fire that sh*t up), fire it up (Fire that sh*t up)
Fire it up (Fire that sh*t up), fire it up (Who got weed? Roll up)

This sh*t 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 pu**y 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 sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
Fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
Fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
Fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
I'm just rollin' three-point-five inside my Backwood
Jumped up out that pu**y, 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 sh*t up (Fire that sh*t up), roll up (Fire that sh*t up)
Fire it up (Fire that sh*t up), fire that sh*t up (Who got weed?)
Roll up (Fire that sh*t up), fire it up (Fire that sh*t up)
Fire it up (Fire that sh*t 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 sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
Fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
Fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
Fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
I'm just rollin' three-point-five inside my Backwood
Jumped up out that pu**y, 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 sh*t up (Fire that sh*t up), roll up (Fire that sh*t up)
Fire it up (Fire that sh*t up), fire that sh*t up (Who got weed?)
Roll up (Fire that sh*t up), fire it up (Fire that sh*t up)
Fire it up (Fire that sh*t up), fire it up (Who got weed? Roll up)

(Ayy, Tano, fire that sh*t up)