SBY Turner – Get High (Lyrics & Video)

Get High – SBY Turner Lyrics

Hold up, what'd he say?

Ayy, wake up, get high

Do a couple shows just to get by

Make a couple mil' on the sideline

Hold up, this my time

I ain't never met a motherfucker who is like a distant brother

Need assistant rubber on the sideline

You can take all the Percs, you ain't my kind

Kinda crazy when I kill you in the nighttime

You ain't never seen a body that we laid

Maybe 'cause we murder at night and then hide 'em in the day

You ain't gotta show shit that you pay

Maybe 'cause we know your ass brokе 'cause you ain't wearin' J's

Baby T gon' study your brain

No, we don't need a fuckin' pistol just to put you in your placе

Makin' music as a cover up, we really with the gang

I got forty just to come rest, so who you gon' slang?

They say they prayin' on me

Why you been prayin' on T?

I just been playin' on teenths

Stackin' the racks and then keepin' the keeps

All of my life, I been playin' with keys

Liquor and drugs, they just keep me unique

But lately I play for the keeps

Just shoot in the head, no, I don't let 'em speak

They think they outdrinkin' T

Bitches been outthinkin' me

I'm in the outpatient re

Trappin' these drugs internationally

While I'm in the capitalist league

Choppin' off heads, then relax on the beach

Spread both your legs just to fit both my teenths

Baby, just roll up my weed

You might get a hit' if you suck it so clean, now look

Catch me in the coupe, that 'Ghini

Smokin' on loud, you can't see me

Windows rolled up like blunts

Ayy, brother, pass the Dutch

Got wok in my cup

By the look on my face, you can tell that I'm stuck

What? Never gave a fuck

Work for what I have, it was never from luck

It is what it is, don't fuck with such and such

Been all in my mind since y'all been out of touch

Been givin' all I have, but it's still not enough

Can't tell me who to trust, a bitch or them bucks

I be sold up, money rolled up

I'm probably in the field or maybe I'm tucked

I could never be stuck, no, don't ever be stuck

It's best I be stuck

Just chillin' and relaxin' with my feet up

Waitin' for some action

Like nigga, Where's the action, What's happenin'?

All my fuckin' life, I been lookin' for the action

Pull up to the block like, "What's brackin'?"

Twenty dudes dropped now, pistol packin'

Got a cheap Chevy Mal' and a thirty rack pack

In the back, but we on track

I would give my whole life just to blow a couple stacks

So I stack tracks in the back of my MAC

Nine millimeter, we just pull up on them pussies and we gotta heater'

'Cause

Hold up, what'd he say?

Ayy, wake up, get high

Do a couple shows just to get by

Make a couple mil' on the sideline

Hold up, this my time

I ain't never met a motherfucker who is like a distant brother

Need assistant rubber on the sideline

You can take all the Percs, you ain't my kind

Kinda crazy when I kill you in the nighttime

Y'all just schizo for the internet

I'm really fuckin' crazy

Sometimes I be wakin' up not knowin' my enemies from my soul

Sometimes I wake up and I know my body

From my past and my goals from my reefer

Sometimes I wanna kill you

Sometimes I love you