Wolfpack

Just tell me how high you are

I don't know

What are you giving me

Just tell

Just tell everyone how high you are

No

I can't talk

I'm not telling anyone

I'm not telling anyone

Can you please

Are you recording me

No I'm not

Can you just

You are lying

Can you please tell them

I I can't describe it

I am so high

That's it

It's like I'm tripping

Yeah

Yeah

Wolfpack

Puerto rican air force 1's at the wedding

I'm only speaking truth

Uh

I might open up for bruce

My own horn I don't really mean to toot

Sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves

It's safe to say your boy done came up

Too much lobster on the plane

The plane won't stay up

B*tch I'm butt naked layed up

Yo

What the f*ck

Wolfpack

This d*ck'll make an r b chick write a song

About the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes

And how she always wakin' up alone

And now bronson gotta call tyrone

F**k that

I'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon

Until my mind start racing like zoom

I'm hotter than when bow wow dropped in the summer

Girls scream and I hop into the hummer like

Uh

I'm a teenage heartthrob

You smoke little blunts

Like kevin hart's arms

My bloodline predate aardvark and love shot

And cookin' flesh off of charred bark

Wolfpack

I shot d**e before I wrote this

Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean

This is blue chips 7not usher

Big muskets get squeezed like mustard

And mother f*ckers flee off in the nissan

They say that life is like a see saw

I roll solo

Why I got these extra seats for

Hit eject watch him free fall

Better use both f*cking feet dog

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Blue chips 7

My blue heaven