C-Los - Get High With Me lyrics

[Hook] To all my n***as that get high with me Are y'all really down to die with me? Catch a bullet if it fly for me? Walk by or drive by with me? [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] I got n***as that committed that'd die for me Catch a bullet if that motherf**er fly for me You see only real n***as ride with me in the back In the front sippin' on Coniac I'm blowin' big dubs Rest in peace to all the n***as that I ran wit' Feel like I'm the last man standing with my gun in hand Watching my back spooking like I'm on that coke again Knowing these n***as all in my face ain't my friends They backstabbers, money-grabbers Trying to get what I got They want my jingles and my pops I think not I'm getting shot behind mines I thought I told you I'mma trained for combat soldier You gone respect Magnolia Only aiming for the piece above your shoulder And knock it off with the quickness I'm all about my business Murda one, Murda two If I gotta k** a whole clique I'll k** them motherf**ers too n***a who that be's in the darkness It be me Soulja Slim aiming at his target Blam-Blam Bodyslam go the victim Check em partner we k**ed him That's how I lick em' a shot [Hook] [Verse 2: Trenitty] Point ignorance, vigilance, it be's the prospect Trinity, cut-throater, Magnolia projects Flex, respects, that checks better recognize Don't come with that bullsh** Trinity pull sh** A hell upon us to smoke, get full sh** n***a let's do this For Soulja Slim G lock co*k murder them n***a put em' in the wind then I'mma hit your set and KaBoom it's sin then n***a just sin then to the Pit of Less Prophet With hot sh** we send them Gotta hit from hell, Thought I caught ya' n***a Knockers finna chop us we bend them On the street that it's cut-throat Them n***as don't know that we lay Soulja Slim if you say so, rock-a-bye them b**hes don't play ho [Hook] [Verse 3: Mystikal] Up, Up, Up come fly with me Puff, Puff, Puff come get high with me Buck, Buck put em' up this is a robbery Come on n***a get in, I'mma drive just ride with me But when the sh** go down n***a you better be ready to die with me I see past around the corner come on follow me I'm drillin' and k**in' these b**hes until they get tired of me Old fake dick-in-the-booty-a** n***as don't bother me b**h I'm bout' to retire like I hit the lottery The man wrote it down like that so that's how it's gotta be I see through you b**hes like cheap tint don't lie to me All in my face showing ivory [Hook]