The Dutchmater - I'm So High lyrics

[The Dutchmaster] (verse 1) Count cash/it's time to re up G'd up/200 dollar beaters Dope boy magic/smokin' dope is a habbit Big titty bitty/wit me like roger rabbit Cooked cabbage/get that sh** shipped and packaged Yea its vaccumed/really don't need to stash it Won't crash it,/roll around f**in' blasted Puff pa** it/crack my window down to ash it Yea I'm taxin'/respect it or then why you askin'? Can't hack it?/I'mma kick yo a** up out the bracket Yo a** rachet/i'mma kick you out the back of the whip Don't act right/then yo a** can't come to the vip Found my comfort nitch/I'm comin for chips I'm hungry a** sh**/you bummy as sh**/there's money to get I'm basicly comin from sh**/rake in the crumbs that I get Pray I dont fumble the piff/I pray I dont fumble the piff (hook) They told me that I won't pop/I told them I ain't gon stop Rollin round/smokin loud/got clientelle im holdin down I'm so high/Roll up chill/We bout to roll up and chill Roll up chill/we bout to roll up (verse 2) Chillin in this weed Ambiance/With my Confidants Pompousness/Weed prosperus/Burn like white phosperus La di dah di dah/In my Adidas I'm confident/ in my common sense f** politics/d** from government sponserships Serve u up like a pasta dish/serving all out of my honda civic Learn u up on how im livin'/pay my bills from all this chron I'm flippin' If I were sinnin'/I'd be repentin'/ya boy a unconvictied felon Takin' blunts to the melons/so High, I'm Gellin'/Chicago, where I'm sellin' North Side, where I'm dwellin'/back pack on the eL kid/I sell sh**/while I inhale piff Bout to get my hustle on till I'm f**in' rich/n I don't f** wit no f**in' snitch/Naw (hook)