So High - French Montana, Curren$y

With an ounce of kush, a pack of bamboos

And an ice cream sandwich, I’m that dude

Game given to you from an OG point of view

Usually I’ll sell it, but I got enough to share with you

Baby, if you cook and roll that weed, I’ll be so happy with you

Fuck you so good, you’ll know I’m cheating, it won’t matter to you

You know how daddy do you, Spitta make them jet maneuvers

Hop out the club, don’t park valet, won’t get a chance to move it

I’m out before I hear the music, that’s how quick them hoes be choosing

I don’t call it, pussy be crawling to me

Homeboy, I don’t know who did what, cause I was in the cut

Rolling tropical, sitting low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

(Sample: Without any sun, lotus blossom don’t cry)

Shorty pussy be the meanest, I be balling all arenas

Homie high somewhere in Venus, I mean this

When I tell you that I want it, I don’t need it

They be nulling the procedures, shorty yelling from the bleachers

Got me reaching like a two guard, too hard, ski mask or a suit on

Five chains, canaries help me cool off, tuned off

Camaro like Larry Flynt, block-star, rockstar

Montana Aerosmith, forty spit

Homie niggas dying, I’ll be flying out

Feds on my nigga’s tail, he hiding out, Montana sliding out

Baby, don’t be fucking with my high, suck a nigga dry

I’ll be low as possible, trying to clear my mind

Montana, bitch

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible