Blowin' My High - Max B

I say what I mean, and I do what I say

That Grand Cru got me high

I’m faded but it’s not enough

The fact is I need to smoke

Now when I’m chillin and sittin up in the club that be leisure

Throw up a sign and keep it movin is the procedure

I ain’t tryna talk about a feature

I ain’t tryna hear how niggas came runnin from the bleachers

I’m tryna holla at kadija

Her top game had a nigga shakin like he was catchin a seizure

Jesus had a nigga on kick back

Had to just to give me my dick back

Hair not done but its slicked back

The don on chill

Max b the young ron o’neal

How you actin like the guard won’t peel

Guard ya chest play throw the man the ron artest face

Chicks know me wanna hit

Word is I ain’t a sucka for love I just think wit my dick

I think its a gift

Smokin up all the sour diesel and drinkin a fif

Chill dawg I’m tryna get in my groove

Puff a little haze and get up in the mood

But cha all in my ears I’m checkin for the hoes

All in my eyes mutha fucka u blowin my high

Cut me a little slack give me a little air

Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer

Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha fucka u blowin my high

I say what I mean, and I do what I say

That Grand Cru got me high

I’m faded but it’s not enough

The fact is I need to smoke

French came along chicks came along

Eager for the dick game

Big big cane to cook big dope to cut

Shoot threw ya door as soon as I open up

Dame roll the haze up we ain’t smoke enough

Bezzy all brick all frozen and stuff

Chump act like he all chosen and stuff

Pop at ya forehead big holes in ya gut

I’m low in the cut

I know a few hoes that will shoot threw customs wit o’s in they butt

But is this nigga really holdin or what

Chump act like he all chosen and stuff

Hit ya foes and nem up

24 inch rims strobes in the truck

Ducky and demitri I’m over dem sluts

Bullets in ya stomach real hot

Feel like u got a stove in a gut

Chill dawg I’m tryna get in my groove

Puff a little haze and get up in the mood

But cha all in my ears I’m checkin for the hoes

All in my eyes mutha fucka u blowin my high

Cut me a little slack give me a little air

Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer

Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha fucka u blowin my high

I say what I mean, and I do what I say

That Grand Cru got me high

I’m faded but it’s not enough

The fact is I need to smoke

I got sour, haze, bubble gum kush I can double up some got push

Got douche mama that shit type stinky

Cut cha arm off come get cha pinky

Frankly I’m not the one you wanna fuck around wit

Got fucked around wit got pissed got six

Got bricks still got p.

o

Mike mike my guy and I still got him

Still got clips of revolvers

Bae I got wut chu need its really not a problem

Its really no stress goin down to the gucci store

I’m the boy fuck u think I got groupies for

Got hoochie slores

Let me move in ya jaws

U can be my american whore

I’m gonna treat u real nice like a gentleman

Gain green boss I’m cuttin out the middle men

I say what I mean, and I do what I say

That Grand Cru got me high

I’m faded but it’s not enough

The fact is I need to smoke

Blowin my high aw man

Boss don classic

Dame grease

Four horseman

U know wut this shit is baby

Another classic wavy

Vigilante season edition

Its ya boy biggavel signing out

So wavy baby