DB Pooh - That Get Her High (feat. 50 Block Sosa)

Hey stop right there will quick. I know a lot of things and you know a lot of things, but Right Now I need to say this
You know how those treeshes be going out with they girls vibing to that R&B and crap Like that
They go out so much that they must be lesbians
Nah but for real, they be smoking, vaping. Doing anything to get high you know what I'm Saying?
But I got something for them. Just listen...

(DB, let's mess with it!)

Never turn your back
Never snitch
Be smart
And be wise

Smoking that dope like we just went on cloud 9
And play ball for fun and then later getting high
We vibing listening to music and those lo-fi jams
And it's gon get crazy and we don't give a damn

Singing on rap songs track to track
Kelly gon make her brains go black
Smoking on that loud loud puff it in the air
With a Juul let's make it a pair
Fogging up the windows roll it down
People saying Young DB a clown
Gunshots loud in the air in the hood
But we all wanna end up living good

Fooling around telling jokes
That's what me and the boys do
Ballin' on da Streetz will lil zee throwing the alley oop
Shooting music videos fake guns
Or telling stories for fun
Hot girl summer not fussing with that
Can't do freestyles like that

Cause we singing on rap songs track to track
Kelly gon make her brains go black
Smoking on that loud loud puff it in the air
With a Juul let's make it a pair
Fogging up the windows roll it down
People saying Young DB a clown
Gunshots loud in the air in the hood
But we all wanna end up living good

Super strength like Mr. Incredible
Why you so addicted to edibles
Mama never raised a snitch
But you wanna do it just to be rich
Hall of fame, culture and the life of Pierre
And the volleyball games wasn't there
Yeah now let's switch the flow
And then gonna bring it to the low

Nigga be talking
Get it in his ass
Fuck with the gang
I'm leaving him in the past
Laying a body be laying in the grass
Running in the shops
We letting them pass
Bow, BOW
We gon' get em
Hop out we gon' kill em
Nigga talking shit and we gon' pop out with a blicky
Nigga talking shit and my shit get a sishy
Fuck around with bitches I leaving them in the past
You fuck around I leave you flat
Bullets hitting through your couch
And my niggas run them down and we really stomp them out
Bullets ripping fast
Hit em whip em through you fucking couch
Ay
All of my niggas be gavage
Popping a perc like a savage
Bullets be ripping so fast and (Gang)
I be in the block no blocking
Four, five glock ain't no stopping
Bow, gang

Cause we singing on rap songs track to track
Kelly gon make her brains go black
Smoking on that loud loud puff it in the air
With a Juul let's make it a pair
Fogging up the windows roll it down
People saying Young DB a clown
She doing it in the sky
That's the stuff that get her high

Written by:
Octavian Moore, Trevelle Harris

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