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[Hook: Jossi Jo]
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud

[Bridge: NORMAN ATOMIC]
You need to get up, get out and do something—
Psych!

[Verse 1: NORMAN ATOMIC]
I spend all my time tryna get high
Except during the day, that's when I'm tryna get paid
If I ain't got no green, how the f..ck am I supposed to get green?
Rollin' the weed, blowin' the weed, yeah, you know
Throat full of smoke, chokin' on the dro
Bitch, you know I got oodles and oodles of f..cking nugs and Os
And if I'm really f..cking stoned, I might give you a loan
I need a zone, meaning I'm zoned the f..ck out
Watchin' my weight, but I'm still gaining pounds, blowin' on loud
That boom, bam, pow! Knock yo' ass out
Motherfucker, uh

[Hook: Jossi Jo]
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud

[Verse 2: ANTHONY MARS]
All my hitter's high, they be puffin' on that loud (what?)
When I'm on that lean, I don't ever make a sound (shh!)
Ride around town with a pound underground
Get it down, don't frown when the cops come around (woo!)
Smokin' and sippin', you know I stay pimping
Got thirty-three birds like my name was Pippen (swish)
They wishin' I'm trippin' 'bout shit I envision
You gotta be kidding 'bout puffing that sticky, you with me?
(Well, let me slow it down one—) Time
I'm on their minds, they realize the real lies between thin lines
Bloody red eyes, smoking ounces
I'm ducking and faded, patiently waiting
These pills that I'm taking, I'm chasin', with forty ounces and vaping
Nothing can save me, that purp got me hazy
I tell her "look, baby..."
Yeah!

[Hook: Jossi Jo]
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud
All my niggas high, we be puffin' on that loud



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