Wolfpack

Just tell me how high you are
I dont know, what are you giving me?
Just tell, just tell everyone how high you are
No, I cant talk, Im not telling anyone
Im not telling anyone
Can you please-
Are you recording me?
No Im not, can you just-
You are lying
Can you please tell them?
I-I cant describe it, I am so high
Thats it, its like Im tripping

(Yeah, Yeah, Wolfpack)
Puerto Rican Air Force 1s at the wedding
Im only speaking truth
Uh, I might open up for Bruce
My own horn I dont really mean to toot
Sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves
Its safe to say your boy done came up
Too much lobster on the plane
The plane wont stay up
B*tch Im butt naked layed up
Yo, what the f*ck (Wolfpack)
This d*ckll 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
Fuck that, Im tryna blow smoke towards the moon
Until my mind start racing like zoom
Im hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the Summer
Girls scream and I hop into the Hummer like
Uh, Im a teenage heartthrob
You smoke little blunts , like Kevin Harts arms
My bloodline predate Aardvark and love shot
And cookin flesh off of charred bark

(Wolfpack)
I shot dope before I wrote this
Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean
This is Blue Chips 7 not 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