Spinach Dip - Nappy Roots

Gummies, suckers, dabs, oils, keef hash.

Yea all that

Smoke somethin' bitch!

So high, so high, so high

So high, so high, so high

(Only the best though)

It’s a wrap.

(wrap) Run, tell ya mommy

And don’t come back 'less you got somethin' for me

I never sold weed.

I just traded it for money

Rub a couple fingers and my thumbs together like Johnny (Manziel)

No brown, strictly that green bay

Cartel dirt weed, me no comprende

Catch me in the hood rollin' blunts at the speedway

Or blowin' wit' my white buddy listenin' to Green Day

25 years in my trunk up the freeway

Can’t say too much.

Police on the stingray

Cousin in the kitchen weigh it up then I re-weigh

Go a little over so I give myself some leeway

Smokin' on medicinal, high as my cholesterol

Premium gas, 10% ethonol

You can’t keep the alcohol.

You can keep the adderall

Just keep ya hands off my flowers, dawg.

(Stilley!)

So high, so high, so high

So high, so high, so high

No I’m not a doctor with a Ph. D

But I know a little somethin' 'bout THC (what's that?)

I know it’s good for ADHD

PTSD, won’t let 'em BS me

I self-medicate.

Don’t need no doctor’s orders

I’m more than qualified to prescribe you a quarter

Of that medical grade indica or sativa

These flowers loud enough to blow a hole through ya speakers

I be high as a tweeter, clippin' the meter

Catch me open in the zone like ya favorite receiver

Roll up a fat doobie, look like a tortilla

Roll up the whole onion, call that a fajita

Gon' need a breather.

Gon' need more oxygen

So much smoke in the air, I’m tempted to call the firemen

You can’t escape the fire when you stuck off in the frying pan

Burn enough trees to fuck up the environment

So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal)

So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal)

… (blowin' on medicinal)

(Uhn… Yeah) From the sticks, no hoe shit

We don’t name our reefer.

We just smoke the shit

I’m laid back.

Be the same when approachin', kid

Smoke wax.

You don’t know just how potent this is

Used to roll blunts.

Now I pack vape pipes (Uhn)

Gas mask, try this on get ya face right (C'mon)

Gas Mask, CMK my homie stay tight

We tryna run through this quarter before it’s daylight

East side, 4th Ward, we salute king

Marijuana had me sleepin' through my hoop dream

Leave the head shop, verse done at green top

Can’t stop it.

I’m hooked just like Kareem’s shot

Smart water, indica by the quarter

In the car I got more Jack Herrer

I’m in Denver, CO making backorder

Naked bitches trimmin' weed.

That’s a trap for ya

So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal)

So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal)

So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal)

So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal)

So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal)

So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal)