Big Freeze44 - We Up There (feat. Grand5tack$ & Robb Drugz) Lyrics

You say this some loud, but we don't hear nobody choking
Bet you get hit by a law and they wouldn't even know it
The game is to be sold, you talk about you can't afford it
That's why you were never told this

How can anyone take you serious, it's a joke what you rolling
Loud packing, 82's, cross cones, shine paper stunning when we blowing
Planet k know my name, I'm there every day as soon as it open
Made some ice water hash, I'm losing patience, it's still soaking

When we twist up, you can't hit shit if you didn't throw in
Ain't no passing that keep hoping, I got a hunch you really holding
But ninth nimbus, you ain't hoeing, you not a real stoner, you just posing
You don't even inhale when you choking, probably a second is all you can hold it

Wow, wow, we cheefin on reefa , I love the sativa
Hit it like I'm Jeter, I'm fly like I'm Peter, that edible eater
While smoking the killa, cone as long as a meter
While going 10 on the feeder, cruise control with my feet up

But cautious while , I'm driving, gliding like a pilot while I'm lit off the ultraviolet

Ninth nimbus we up there taking flight, watch us go, burning bright like that orange glow inside my bowl
Life in this cloud, a bitch nigga will never know
The strains I roll up and burn in every cone

Up high, they don't like to see us elevated
Don't get it twisted, we nothing like these swisher papers
I peel my wig and get blown away by dab vapors
I'm way too up there to give a f*ck about a hater

Spark a bowl of two different strains, I got THC flowing through my veins
I can't f*ck with lames and all about my change and if the police pick me up, I ain't saying no names they quick to blame, but I am not the same
Telling on your patna man, that's a shame

Hollow tip slugs, knock you out the frame
Cold case murder, I done lit the flame
Everyday smoking, I'm lit cause I'm toking this weed
Is so potent you niggas, is joking, I'm high like I'm floating

Where's the commotion, I'm sipping this potion and hitting this wax
Up off of a bat , I rolled up my whole sack
If you run up on me, boy, you best have a strap
If you play with my money, I aim at your hat

Your brain will go splat and I leave it at that
Watch your close friend cause he might be a rat
Niggas will tell you, you best believe that
Run in your mouth, gonna get yourself slapped

You higher than me, you think I believe that
No, nah, I really don't think that they can hear me
But I keep on rapping till these pussy niggas feel me
Ripping through the eardrum, load a bowl like a drum

Pack it down with my thumb, gotta get every crumb on my motherf*cking tray
And it's really no delay when I'm getting to the pay
F*ck what you gotta say, I get it each and every way
So I'm out here everyday on a money, making missions

Sit down, pay attention learn how to make commission
Kill shit with no intention, get back or fell the friction
From the bullets that I'm pitching
Bitch

Ninth nimbus we up there taking flight
Watch us go, burning bright like that orange glow inside my bowl
Life in this cloud, a bitch nigga will never know
The strains I roll up and burn in every cone

Up high, they don't like to see us elevated
Don't get it twisted, we nothing like these swisher papers
I peel my wig and get blown away by dab vapors
I'm way too up there to give a f*ck about a hater

Up there, my eyes low
All we blow is hydro and a game leaf from the Texaco
Sticky buds I rip apart, roll a bat, ignite a spark
F*ck the head, take it to the heart

I'm taking flight to the nimbus ninth
I got a high status, I'm so inclined
They'll never, ever, ever, ever ever get on my level
We gon' need a space shuttle or a starship

We up there on some starship
Y'all far behind on that bullshit
Keep a full deck that'll make em shuffle
F*ck the strap, nigga, love to scuffle

I said f*ck the struggle got elevated
Left the circle, them niggas hated
But I been most hated and I never gave a shit
Run around wild before I ever had a clip, get hit in your lip

If you wanna play stiff, they never gave a damn
Why would I give a f*ck
Head held high, holdin two fours up
Let a nigga run up, he'll get folded up like laundry day

Bombs away, let him lay in the spot
He stood what you thought you could, run up on a G
It'll all be good, not around my section nor near my hood
We up high with that bird's eye

Peep everything that's inside
We pop off, f*ck, let it fly
No running home, won't let it slide
But disturbing my heavenly high, advise you not to try

Ninth nimbus, we up there taking flight, watch us go
Burning bright like that orange glow inside my bowl
Life in this cloud, a bitch nigga'll never know
The strains I roll up and burn in every cone

Up high, they don't like to see us elevated
Don't get it twisted, we nothing like these swisher papers
I peel my wig and get blown away by dab vapors
I'm way too up there to give a f*ck about a hater