[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ian Smith
[00:00.709][Intro]
[00:04.897]What? Huh, huh
[00:10.955]Huh, huh, huh, huh (What the ****, Solid?)
[00:13.557][Chorus]
[00:14.059]I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
[00:18.077]Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
[00:21.339]Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
[00:24.859]Every time we high, roll more, strain way too hot, loco
[00:28.124][Verse 1]
[00:28.371]I don't know if it's me or the ganja or the real bad feeling about ya'll
[00:31.635]Gettin' closer to bringin' me under, they don't know how it feel to be us now
[00:34.895]Shut the **** up, I just blew twenty-thousand in one spot
[00:37.970]Me and Wock' gettin' ****ed up, we got two whole pounds for two nights
[00:41.792]This my third blunt, I'm gettin' higher than real life
[00:45.309]You might've heard somethin', but you don't even know what it feel like
[00:48.326]Huh, I'm puffin' on herbs, son, make the bitch smell like marijuana
[00:51.582]Go ahead and pick two bags, shawty, I can get 'em back next day, probably
[00:55.103][Chorus]
[00:55.354]I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
[00:59.123]Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
[01:02.385]Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
[01:05.965]Every time we high, roll more, strain way too hot, loco
[01:08.971][Verse 2]
[01:09.472]Oh, okay, I just want her for her body, huh
[01:12.802]Me and [Beentex?] way too fried, we just be sittin' in silence, huh
[01:16.315]Baby, wait 'til you get this high, wait 'til you get this high, uh
[01:19.584]If you feelin' like shit right now, just wait 'til they switch up sides on ya
[01:23.069]Shit bound to happen, type shit bound to happen, huh
[01:26.595]Five-million-dollar crib, look like Downton Abbey
[01:30.101]No addicts in my clique, we just got some habits
[01:33.117]High, high as shit, feel like I just got to Heaven
[01:35.888][Chorus]
[01:36.185]I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
[01:40.195]Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
[01:43.716]Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
[01:46.988]Every time we high, roll more, strain way too hot, loco
[01:50.762][Outro]
[01:51.603]Brand new Bugatti
[01:52.857]Every time he try
[01:54.816]Every time we high, roll more
[01:56.837]Roll more, roll more, roll more
[01:59.596]Roll more, roll more, roll more
[02:02.275]Roll more, roll more

作曲 : Ian Smith
What? Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh (What the ****, Solid?)
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more, strain way too hot, loco
I don't know if it's me or the ganja or the real bad feeling about ya'll
Gettin' closer to bringin' me under, they don't know how it feel to be us now
Shut the **** up, I just blew twenty-thousand in one spot
Me and Wock' gettin' ****ed up, we got two whole pounds for two nights
This my third blunt, I'm gettin' higher than real life
You might've heard somethin', but you don't even know what it feel like
Huh, I'm puffin' on herbs, son, make the bitch smell like marijuana
Go ahead and pick two bags, shawty, I can get 'em back next day, probably
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more, strain way too hot, loco
Oh, okay, I just want her for her body, huh
Me and way too fried, we just be sittin' in silence, huh
Baby, wait 'til you get this high, wait 'til you get this high, uh
If you feelin' like shit right now, just wait 'til they switch up sides on ya
Shit bound to happen, type shit bound to happen, huh
Five-million-dollar crib, look like Downton Abbey
No addicts in my clique, we just got some habits
High, high as shit, feel like I just got to Heaven
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more, strain way too hot, loco
Brand new Bugatti
Every time he try
Every time we high, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more