Now I'm Hi, Pt.3

[Hook: Gangsta Blac] Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out (now I'm high) Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout [Verse 1: Playa Fly] Fly so high in Funky Town, mega blunts, I gotta smoke Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope Playa ****in' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly, 'til you snort that P P-funk got me goin', hoe I'm blowin' on montana pack Blunt just put me under, but that sn'izz'ow put me back on track Bustas blinded by my smoke, how you like my smokin' screen? Playa got that evil grin and Tony got me lookin' mean Fly got swishers full of bling, time to snort a white ho, b***h Then she tell me Fly don't need it but Fly say "Mane, **** that shit" Suckas fear my atmosphere, hoe, you shouldn't of opened your ear Groupie b*****s hypnotized by Devil shit you hate to hear Standin' in the shower, full of powder, coca ****in' caine Hour by the hour, ain't no coward, 'cause I'm blowin', mane If you say I'm sprung, body numb, Triple 6 and Fly Funky Town, Fly bound, and now I know you know I'm really high [Hook: Gangsta Blac] Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out (now I'm high) Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Smoked out, loced out killas Ain't takin' nothin' from you niggas So back the **** up, 'fore Da Devil's Daughter clicka All you lemons just like a motha****in' trigger hoe Hoe, it's on, this shit is on, now hit the ****in' floor Oh my god, I hear some voices tellin' me to kill Is it them Triple 6 niggas, mane, is that shit for real The Jason mask on your ass, when I'm gonna blast Your soul I'll take, the ground will shake as I begin to laugh I light the candlesticks, a crucifix about to take place The Devil's Daughter, Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe, I must be on your mind Stupid b***h, I have to thank you with a loaded gl'izz'ock nine? You know I'm comin', don't go runnin' to your ****in' nigga A trigger happy b***h, the mind of a ****in' killa You think I'm shakin'? hell naw, b***h You wanna test my ****in' pimpin' If you want drill fillin's, some hollow points up in your chest [Hook: Gangsta Blac] Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out (now I'm high) Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Spooky midnight has fallen on days And the moon is like lit up like much of the herb The Indo's creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing My vision is blurred The aroma of the m*******a The blackness of smoke changing into black clouds Deep down in the dungeons My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused Your soul is horrified, flames falling from the sky The Three 6 antichrist, bloody seven seas The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry Now I lay down to die, come burn with me In Scarecrow’s past life, I killed kings And I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh, and guts Now I'm back, and I'm more murderous And I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous The Scarecrow could never come deep with that flow if I wasn’t so full of that dope, you know Triple 6 blowin' that weed and we keepin' the seed and the stem Roll a bag in a slim When the lights are real dim and we grab the weed pipe and that bong and we take all that smoke to our lungs A nigga got love for the bud, and I'm smokin' it up until I'm feelin' numb When I'm getting rushed by the shotgun and I'm smokin' that buddha until the break of dawn Seriously circulating, while I’m devastating your souls with my sinister wand