Gucci Mane - I Get So Get So High lyrics

My diamond wrist, my diamond neck, kick like Jackie Chan wrist Got that money, I can flex, I got Jackie Chan b**h Not the rubber ban' man, but the rubber ban' clique I can nut all on ya b**h, call her the body paint b**h Can I by a store today, because my store needs to be fixed Can I borrow your safe today, because my safe don't got a cent There's a stitch comin' out my 'partment, an man it smell like 40 bricks They used to call me 40 shawty, now they call me extra clip You can call me Carbon-15, when you see me let it rip If you a crip I'll leave your crip, if you a blood I'll leave ya bleedin Drop Camaro round in Cleavland, now they call it bleedlan Gucci Mane's a gangster but these n***as not believin Till I pull that fire, make them n***as start retreatin Yo girlfriend's a komoto dragon, keep a n***a skeetin All my rims are stamped with dragons, man them f**as leavin Yo brother was disloyal to me, man that n***a treason He was insubordinate, man I had to hit the heathen Fo-fo 2 on 24's I'm ridin through 4 season Hard top rarri boulevard, an I don't see no reason Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e Popo pull me over in a blue and black Bentley Blue Forgi's thought that I was Cripin like Lipsy I ride 24 like Vos Vos If you a bad b**h then vo-post You come to Gucci house bring no-clothes Ms lady can I put this in yo a** ho? Gucci in the club where the phat ho? (phat ho) All I wanna know is where the phat ho, phat ho I don wan a red, I wan a black ho, black ho I don wan that ho, I want that ho, that ho Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e Lord, I get High-ahah, I don't know why-ay If I don't drank to day-y I rather die-e