Highly Intoxicated lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
'Cause I would blow off your ass
Juicy J is on the track

[Hook]
Triple six mafia, mafia
Smoked out, Smoked out
Loced out lo-loced out Smoked out
Triple six mafia, mafia
Smoked out, Smoked out
Loced out lo-loced out Smoked out
Triple six mafia

[Verse 1]
Paid off my dues, and that made me a boss
I ain't trippin' over sh*t that I've lost
Pick me a bag up
sh*t on these n*ggas, I still know how to p*ss 'em off
I'm highly intoxicated
And, I've been that way, I ain't change from the start
Making them hits, and I'm still on the charts
I'm still on fire, and you need a spark
I got a driver, I don't gotta park
Got me an agent, I don't gotta talk
If I hit the bank, I can empty it out
Still got some M's left in my account
Just like Drizzy and 2 Chainz, n*gga I got a big amount
She want some real n*gga di*k in her mouth
Just like a hoe, I be di*king her out
I'm 'bout to get me some dough
And slow bucks, is better than no bucks
I'm 'bout to pour me a four
n*ggas can't catch me, even when I'm slowed up
Like an old school, I roll up
I can smoke a cutie, with my balls up
That ice on me like Sub-Zero
n*gga, I stay froze up
Don't watch me, better watch your b*tch
I sold a hoe, when she chose up
More faces, Taylor Gang
And you already know what's up
You don't want no smoke with us
Big choppers, they loaded up
GO, my young n*gga, on a money block, keep posted up
[Bridge]
Triple six mafia, mafia
Smoked out, Smoked out
Loced out lo-loced out Smoked out
I was gon' talk some sh*t, right here
But f*ck it, I'm going back in
Triple six mafia

[Verse 2]
Got me a plug, he know what I need
Movin' and jugglin', servin' them P's
I got a b*tch in the trap
No, she don't pray, but she like to get on her knees
You know a n*gga got needs
I make her bag up the weed
If she try steal it, I kill her
b*tch, don't you try to play me
Yeah, take me a day, put some wax in the weed
I know some n*ggas, that will wreck you for free
Take you out your misery, in sleep
Just so they could say, they did it for me
I got the Gat from the government
Murder and steal everything that you see
Crooked cops, they can suck a c*ck
Killin' n*ggas, and they get away free
I do whatever I want, and you do whatever you're told to do
You gotta stay in your place, and me I'm just uncontrollable
I got the milles, on millies, on millies and meet
'cause that's what I'm 'posed to do
I get that work from the plug
And you get sh*t, from that n*gga I sold it to
b*tch n*ggas take, when they can't get no money
That's only some sh*t, these hoes would do
Give me what's mine it's overdue
I got some money, that's as old as you
I might pull up in the Bentley, and hop in the 'rari
With Rocky, you know it's true
I got some racks on me now
You call it green, my n*gga you know it's blue
Young n*ggas, lie to these b*tches so much
That, I don't think you n*ggas know the truth
I be so highly intoxicated, that I probably won't even notice you
[Outro]
Triple six mafia, mafia
Smoked out, Smoked out
Loced out lo-loced out, smoked out
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