Highs & Lows

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Cash me out, shit, I'm coming with the [?] trees 16, like I bring it to you vocally No smoking in the V, while you chauffeur me Let's make it home safe, stay focused, B No con man, nigga selling poparee I just cleaned up the mess, I had O.C.D Got treacherous, had to take O.P.P I live life, nigga, I don't watch no TV [Chorus: Smoke DZA] I got highs [?] good I got lows, you wanna buy some more? I got a house [?] know me for the [?] though Nigga, get it how you get it, can't knock your flow Everything lit, it's a rocket show It's gon' go regardlous, take your profits low To keep it from myself, but it's optional Whatever you wanna do, let's rock and roll [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] If no one ever told you, bro, I run this here shit Talking 'bout a god, not a gun kill shit Moving with the stoners, them the ones I build with Yeah, you need a hundred, fuck boy, that's lil shit Somewhere undisclosed, with close to a million So pardin me if I don't pardin your feelings This indostry I'm in, it ain't [?] with realness So it's back to the mountin with the goons and gorillas I don't really feel love And they calling me the new plug He be up on all the new drugs Shout out to my shooter Keep me clean like a toothbrush He be thugging out the new drugs I don't give two fucks Better tell him that we move tough Fuck you really gon' do, bruh? Fuck you really gon' do, bruh? Acting hard as fuck, hard as fuck til we pull up Smoke nothing less than exotic Like my gonja strong like narcotics In the summer, I get it poppin I can show you nerds what a [?] Keep on piling all these packs up And I never get to the bottom All I know is chronic Since a young babe in a bonnit [Chorus: Smoke DZA] I got highs [?] good I got lows, you wanna buy some more? I got a house [?] know me for the [?] though Nigga, get it how you get it, can't knock your flow Everything lit, it's a rocket show It's gon' go regardlous, take your profits low To keep it from myself, but it's optional Whatever you wanna do, let's rock and roll [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] Size 11 or 12 shoe Can't believe me, I do what I wanna do And I'm a maniac, driving on the 101 Man, it's Andre Nicki, it don't make me none 'Cause I'm bonified, cirtified, on the [?] line Loud pack rolled up in your alpine Sometimes I let the weed [?] my whole vision [?] no decision I turn around like a [?] with a pearl tip Feel [?] yeah, [?] full grip You line up like coke Chopped up with a I.D., please don't remind me Big fish like a [?] And you can live nextdoor, and I'ma still say write me Gutted up, run it up, make it live, ho Blowing weed is a habit when I drive, ho I like to gamble like Jimmy the Greek And when I go out to eat, the bitches like to speak And I'm [?] so low with the profile And [?] blow loud I hit the mall with the look of a young child Spitting like a grown up, turn your earphones up I knock hard like a drug bust Sold crack to [?] let's crush the weed up