Juicy J – Gah Damn High (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Juicy J releases “Gah Damn High” featuring Wiz Khalifa. Watch video, stream, listen, buy, read the lyrics to the song produced by Lex Luger & Juicy J.

Juicy J Gah Damn High

Reunited and it feels so good. Over the years, Juicy J and Wiz Khalifa have joined forces in the studio to craft a few fan favourites. They’ve linked on tracks like “Cell Ready,” “All Night,” and “Know Betta,” and now the two hitmakers are back with their new single, “Gah Damn High.” Not only did they share the song, but the two artists came together for a social distancing, quarantine-friendly music video. It opens with Juicy J lounging around his spacious crib as he speaks about “losing about $10 million in shows, but it’s good because I get to be at home with my daughter and my family.”

Juicy J – Gah Damn High (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (prod. Lex Luger & Juicy J)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
What Juicy say? He be like, “Shut the fuck up!”
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I just keep on rolling up, I’m so goddamn high
I got D’USSÉ in my cup, I’m so goddamn high
My prices keep on going up, I’m so goddamn high
She be begging me to fuck but I’m too goddamn high
I’m so goddamn high, I’m so goddamn high
I’m so goddamn high, I’m so goddamn high
Got a crib in the hills, I’m so goddamn high
On the PJ smoking good cake, I’m so goddamn high

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, I’m so goddamn high
I got drugs on my brain, I’m so goddamn fried
I want blood not that green, bring the right damn kind
Nigga tried to sell me homegrown, I’m like, “Nigga, nice try”
In the club passin’ weed like I’m handing out flyers
Every time I got some new shit, they be camping outside
Heard you talking all that foo shit, just don’t cross the damn line
I can’t stop my shooters once I send ’em out, my hands tied
Bitch, I’m fly, I got more gas than an airline
Smoke with your ho and get more head than a hairdryer
You can’t drink with me, smoke with me, ’cause we ain’t the same kind
This shit that I’m smokin’ got me twisted like gang signs

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I just keep on rolling up, I’m so goddamn high
I got D’USSÉ in my cup, I’m so goddamn high
My prices keep on going up, I’m so goddamn high
She be begging me to fuck but I’m too goddamn high
I’m so goddamn high, I’m so goddamn high
I’m so goddamn high, I’m so goddamn high
Got a crib in the hills, I’m so goddamn high
On the PJ smoking good cake, I’m so goddamn high

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
If that’s your girlfriend, why she at my house?
If that’s your girl, then why my dick in her mouth?
If that’s your girl, then why she blowin’ this ounce?
If that’s your girl, what’s all that textin’ about?
If that’s your girl, then why she in my DM?
If that’s your girl, then why she callin’ my friend?
If that’s your girl, then why she be in our coupe?
If that’s your girl, then why she drunk in my pool?
We get drunk, we do what we want, tell your bitch roll up
We don’t trust no bitch pulling stunts, want smoke, we pull up
We do stunts, we was in the front, my switch, hit it once, it lift up
Girls, I know enough, pounds, I blow enough, yeah
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out