Get High To This Chords by Lil Wyte

Yeah, yeah, yeah, church, you know I'm saying once again, it's on [Ebm] baby _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ been through a lot of gangster shit, but they ain't did nothing, DJ Paul, Lord [Bb] M, Crunchy
Black for real bussin', we done [Ebm] rode down on niggas, we done let them gas burst, we
done seen niggas blood leak clean through they shirt, I ain't lying to you boys, when
I say that y'all get dead, man I keep me some [Bb] hungry niggas, ready to straight the wig,
of a [Ebm] fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps, cuz they never shot guns and they never
had to scrap, we wore vests, so we shot him in the neck, made his body cold, left him _ _ _ _ _
I'm about to go and fuck a robber man Just so I can keep my fucking family fed
Fuck what you heard, this is what I said Bust out some shots and just forget
I'm gonna miss you fucking bitches, whooping niggas with my bits and my y'all
That is love, but that I'm not here making music, this a war
Who you fucking with, Lil' Chet, bitch?
Me?
No
[Eb] Get your bossy up in club, you [Bb] found me pointing [Ebm] D's
Oh, bitch, you need to know that all that I can get you fucked up
Oh, this ain't no game that you playing, you get fucked up
I don't give a fuck who you with, who you getting to
[Bb] You won't touch a bitch, I'm me bitch, but I'll [Ebm] kill you
I'm crooked as a burrowing snake, fuck with the real, not fake
I represent the bait, so ain't no need to hate
I copped the tones and spray, I'll blow you clean away
This [Bb] ACP you play, won't see another [Ebm] day
You know we hip, we tired, can't see an end, no eyes
This phrase a boy, no lie, the hell it drove, some fight
You know we top of the class, and still we starving [Eb] to smile
Don't need a car, but that style, who [Bb] Jimmy Pop this life?
Don't [Ebm] fucking around, by now I'm fed up
I see your face as a frown, gotta keep your head up
Cause when you fuck with this cap, let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning, don't try to test us
The day Lil' White hooked up with the six, that shit was all she wrote
You know these lyrics be burning blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava, laying a halt in your saga
Adding some pimpin' to beefers, gang, that be weaker than water
This is the start of a problem, it's lacking a solution
You graduated with honors, a sellout institution
And this for all the rappers, they got kicked off of this camp
[F] I saw your [Bb] plate went back for seconds, how you loving that?
This is my [Ebm] motherfucking posse song, raise your own
Instead of getting about this shit, you stay dancing home
Look at you lurking, so certain, I know you're feeling hurt
If they knew [Bb] bitch, this game richer, you could've kept your verse
Bitch, [Ebm] bow me now
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_ _ [Bb] high to this shit, I'm high [Ebm] _ _
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_ _ [Bb] as a motherfucker
[Ebm] Yeah, you know what I'm saying, ACP, Lil' White putting it down
You know what I'm saying, Miffo's motherfucking finest
Doubt me motherfucking now, I got all my boys with me
AC motherfucking P, praise the B-O-U-N-D motherfuckers
Bay Area, bitch, y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with this shit
This shit going down, all my boys with me, Lil' Hollywood
Big Joe in this motherfucker, pray out the bank
Big Manro, channel X out, you hear me?
Sweet Dog, all y'all motherfuckers out there
We run this shit, y'all [Eb] motherfuckers ain't talking about [Bb] nothing, man
Hell beat now, [Ebm] motherfuckers smooth
All my boys look bone
All my motherfuckers in the [Bbm] bank, I can't be real, [Ebm] I look dick
My boys look nutty, all my boys look
[Bb] LBT under the tree, y'all boys know y'all with me
[Ebm] Fuck all these haters, listen to these motherfucking haters
Doubt me motherfucking now, bitch _ _
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