Now I’m Hi (Pt. 2) lyrics

[Intro: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Ho, why these b*tches quick to jump
To get they mothaf*ckin' head bump?
I popped my trunk and then I blast them tr'izz'icks with my pump
Here because of the sh*t that a n*gga had committin'
When I hit 'em from the night before
'Cause then I sworn I had to take them busta to the morgue
So sweat this low, I have to go out like Charles Manson
The Koopsta committin' evil sins with the mind of Satan
A mothaf*ckin' hard lead, nervous in the head
And yeah, it's gonna be another n*gga dead
Twistin' on my dreads while I'm loadin' up my milli' rounds
So we can gonna spray and buck these busta b*tches down
Oh, 'cause I'm really, really tired of hearin' babbage sh*t
So let me hit them tricks and label this the crucifix
The Koopsta's from the Ville where the Devil sh*t for real
My type of killa leave you burnin' in the cornfield
Because yo' god got you n*ggas thinkin' you damn hard
I break ya apart and have a ritual in the f*ckin' park
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now I'm high, now I'm high (Triple Six)
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Mask to my f*ckin' face, I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Eyeballs is like red as Hell, these b*tches better recognize
Gangsta Boo the scandalous that's b*tch that call me so so thick
Smoked out, loced out playas all around, but known as Triple Six
Million blunts up in my mind, yeah, my nig it's campaign time
Smoked up all the blunts, and now I'm high, I'm on cloud nine
Jump trick up and fool I click, you get yo' f*ckin' body bust
b*tches bodies chopped in bits and guts and sh*t off in my trunk
Str'izz'apped all the time because
Some evil sh*t goes through my head
Bullets to your temple got you b*tches dead up in the med
Bloody Glock is c*cked and ready to pop up on another ho
Hollow points will have yo' b*tch ass knockin' on the Devil's door
b*tches, b*tches, respect this, n*ggas, n*gga, blast me, b*tch
Pimpin' this anna, punk b*tches that violate this sh*t
Because yeah, b*tch, you know it's thick
On yo' mothaf*ckin' ass, plain and simple as it be
Doggin' all you funky ho's, n*gga, you can't f*ck with me
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout