Phone Home

Lyrics

[Chorus: Styles P, Trademark da Skydiver & Both] I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, Andretti Corleone Track pants, flip-flops, NBA socks, 458 Ferrari The itsy-bitsy spider came out, bitch, I'm sorry Magazines write about the crew that you been knew of But they just finding out we always was the coolest This hustle is grueling, but us niggas stay moving Always into The only way to come out it with the loot is Make sure your glass bulletproof around them shooters, gruesome With that jealousy I make them pussy niggas do you Leg room stretching, Star Wars Lexus Steaming my veggies [Chorus: Styles P, Trademark da Skydiver & Both] I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome [Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver] Jet set bosses, we maneuver through them lanes We ain't wait for the planes High life, high nights Trade stay stoned with seven grams in a cone Ridin' on chrome Focus on the paper, mane I can't see you haters from this level that I'm on Move across the board like a king do a pawn Carry on with that bullshit you speak about the team I guarantee we still gon' eat Still smoking good by the o-z Still smashing hoes that be yours low-key I'm good in any hood, bet niggas know me For blowing sour dies' and keeping it G [Chorus: Styles P, Trademark da Skydiver & Both] I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome [Verse 3: Styles P] Grams on the RAW tray and Rosé I can make a cloud in the droptop, smoke it playing the old Jay It's legit, order always Side block rock, playing shotty in a fly drop I ghost-ride the whip Even literally, I really ghost-ride the whip I'm in UK or Italy fly as shit With some weed from Amsterdam, I'm high as shit Lay the Ritz on 'em Like Nucky, handle my biz on 'em Sauna with Girl Scout Cookies, holding the fifth on 'em De-cuff a motherfucking nigga, I'll piss on him Spliffs in the matrix, nigga, hit a glitch on him [Chorus: Styles P, Trademark da Skydiver & Both] I'm high You high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome I'm high, you high Seven grams in a RAW cone Jet life shine to your ear, nigga, phone home It's a doobie movie Nigga, and we all stoned Yeah, the cars and the jewels, yeah, they all chrome