High as Me - Paul Wall, 4

Ha, ha, ha, ha, don’t make me laugh

Smoking that satellite, OG gas

Swag it out, swag it out, swag it out

Why don’t you, ayy, ayy, ayy

That’s what I’m smoking on, smoking on, ayy

A UFO, I’m seeing things, Celine Dior, I’m really clean

Smoking on some stupid green

Pockets filled, 100 beans

Smoking on some stupid green

Bitch, you ain’t high as me, bitch, you ain’t high as me

A UFO, I’m seeing things, Celine Dior, I’m really clean

Smoking on some stupid green

Pockets filled, 100 beans

Smoking on some stupid green

Bitch, you ain’t high as me, bitch, you ain’t high as me

Roll me a blunt up, then I spark

I open my mouth, shed light to the dark

The king of the parking lot when I park

I’m chain-smoking blunts back-to-back like Newports

I’m in my new Porsche, I just got back from New York

I got kilos of Satellite and drink by the cart

I need every single dollar, don’t come up short

Keep your excuses to yourself, they quite good, I’m sure

Ha, ha, ha, ha, don’t make me laugh

You swore it was some gas but it smoke like trash

I’m a canabis connoisseur, résumé quite so fast

I think I left some skeet on your girl left eyelash

I’m with my partner Baby Bash smoking Big Wheel

Front row, courtside at the BIG3

Higher than a satellite, yes indeed

Lift off, quick speed, you ain’t high as me, bitch please

A UFO, I’m seeing things, Celine Dior, I’m really clean

Smoking on some stupid green

Pockets filled, 100 beans

Smoking on some stupid green

Bitch, you ain’t high as me, bitch, you ain’t high as me

A UFO, I’m seeing things, Celine Dior, I’m really clean

Smoking on some stupid green

Pockets filled, 100 beans

Smoking on some stupid green

Bitch, you ain’t high as me, bitch, you ain’t high as me

I pour me a drink up and then I sip

I go hit a lick and then I split

I slide by with your bitch and she buys me shit

With your credit card she swiped, why you wife that trick?

Like that bitch, why are you rich?

They say you can’t buy real, just make sure you buy me my kicks

Overtime night shifts, you need to buy me these fits

My cup muddy like it just rained and flooded a ditch

He-he-he-he, oh that must be a joke

I do not smoke Reggie, oh no sir, no

I’m smoking turbo OG twisted up like a rope

With a little wax drizzle, I just roll up and smoke

I’m from muddy cup Texas, I put drink on ice

I’m dressed in ice, frostbit, bankroll nice

I’m a go-getter for life, no, I don’t buy hype

Leaning oh so slight, and I light this satellite

A UFO, I’m seeing things, Celine Dior, I’m really clean

Smoking on some stupid green

Pockets filled, 100 beans

Smoking on some stupid green

Bitch, you ain’t high as me, bitch, you ain’t high as me

A UFO, I’m seeing things, Celine Dior, I’m really clean

Smoking on some stupid green

Pockets filled, 100 beans

Smoking on some stupid green

Bitch, you ain’t high as me, bitch, you ain’t high as me

[Outro: Paul Wall &

(OG)

You ain’t hight as me

You ain’t high as me