Killa Kyleon - Get High lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Hey rolling up weed, pouring up drink

That’s all a nigga need, just so I can get high

Make a couple dollars just so I can get by

Hey rolling up weed, pouring up drink

That’s all a nigga need, just so I can get high

Make a couple dollars just so I can get by

Hey, beat king, the speakers going hammer

I nail it to the wall, yeah I hit it with the hammer

Keep a 3.57, like the group that fuck with hammer

Money talking no ebonics, listen to my grammar

Mister every part of, I’m rolling up that wizardry

Y’all just talk it, killa do it psysichally

Game chaning flow, buzzer be the bars

I got kobe shots, fliest nigga jumping out the gym, I got kobe hops

Double cup full of shit same color kobe rocks

Diamonds on the weed wheel like the range kobe rocks

Kobe stop, let me switch it up to my lebron shit

Candy slap sitting on 6, yeah that lebron shit

Clicks with you never, I know that lebron shit

Real niggas so much real niggas that I run with

Hating all in they feelings, I’m upset on these niggas

Call the ambul alert cause I’m a threat for these niggas

I’m a young restless nigga like my name victor newman

Spicing up the game like human

Real nigga, y’all fake niggas just tune it

Make it, I’m making a movie, tune in, with me

Preparing for the throne till the sit me

Tryina get my money like simmons and 50, 50

No dot com but my nigga this is 50

I’m talking bout the toms on my arms and my wrists

That nigga not a scooby doo mystery

I’m tryina make my story, you can have history

Y’all rappers bufoons, I hear em promoting trickery

I don’t hang with loosers, I’m tryina get a victory

I do me, y’all niggas do it differently

I’m what the game need, y’all niggas just missing it

Barf I know you sick of me, I know you can’t stand it

You haters thowed off, I see it in your mechanic

The city see I’m on now these niggas bout to panic

Like a wrecking ball, hit the ball, I do damage

I’ma ever talk, I ain’t from this planet

Just a tennant only in it to get bread like a sandwich

Leaning out drinks on trees like a hamac

Hate to hear the truth, get on that dre shit and ban it

Asshole shit no niggas like birds

Lean on the beats with my words like syrup

I’m on them g8 taking close to the curbe

It’s what you get when the real shit money murda

Hottest nigga in the city, my buzz rock a sweater

Born a rapper, I can’t name another nigga better

Killa bout to rain and I ain’t talking bout the weather

So if it’s bout a profit, we can talk about whatever.