Parachute

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich the Factor] You know what they told when I took the Lexus to the detail? Its gonna cost you an extra $20 bucks to kill that weed smell Plus you got weed ??? built up on your windows And Cuz they don't like it when we be riding in them limos They say we burns way too many holes in the seat And they hate how we takes total control over they beat Pop in the tape and let the Pole hit low on they speakers Man we make the driver drive like he's rollin' sneakеrs Twistin' up a blunt, with the ??? window up Getting cut, doing a buck, in a Lincoln Limo, what In the fuck is up, is what I'm hollaring on my mobilе I'm talking long distance to my plug up in Humboldt Order me some dosia on the under, in pig Latin Choppin' it up so slick the pigs 'ill never know what's happening Rapping like a G, on the horn, to my plug Letting him know to be at the ??? gate, at N-8 to scoop me up [Chorus: Rich the Factor] I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I drive so motherfucking fast I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute I get so motherfucking high [Verse 2: Felix Mitchell] I gets higher than that ??? Break down blunts like rifles Recycling all my doobies, just like the Luniz, I got 5 So the only thing we lacking is a lighter, like MacGyver, had to nigga rig it And light the blunt before the flame descended, now its hittin' Like some JVL's, can't you tell, got me spitting Like a Mac-eleve, dropping shells, I be getting So damn twisted, bitches be listing, to my conversation And swear up and down that I'm a rider, patient on vacation Up in Frisco with the Filmo Playas, compilation Us some negros, smoking endo Vegas, infrared lasers Is what I be packing when I get paranoid, infiltrators You better get back, cuz you'll be asking for, an indo roach I hit your porch, with the cocktail, the cot smells like fish So why fuck will you be funkin' over hoes I like to keep 'em broke You got ????, she cop Young Fe the game [Chorus: Rich the Factor] I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I drive so motherfucking fast I drive so motherfucking fast I damn near need a parachute I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I get so motherfucking high I damn near need a parachute I drive so motherfucking fast [Verse 3: Rich the Factor] I smokes on nathin' but blunts and drive real fast On my way to my stash In a Caprice Classic Strapped with my plastic Glock 24, Remy XO, driving drunk ??? in the trunk, some of that po' funk Horns honk cuz motherfuckers know me in my city But when I ??? there ain't a car in sight, I moves quickly A bill fifty, before you know it I'm out my ???? ???? to smoke, ??? twenty sacks, constantly holding it in Roll one man, break the engine in on this bitch 9-6 Chevy, Caprice sitting on ??? gold kicks Kansas City, Royals blue with the gold inside I'm by myself, rolling blunts, getting this high This is why, the law is don't be driving drunk Cuz when I drank, I drives like I don't give a fuck Breaking rules, running lights through the whole night Rolling with, ten thousand cash in my Nike box [Outro: Felix Mitchell & Rich the Factor] Everybody wanna smoke I said, everybody wanna smoke Everybody wanna smoke Everybody wanna smoke Yup