The Yutes – High Grade (ft. Curren$y) (Audio, Lyrics)

The Yutes returns with “High Grade” which features Curren$y. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download the song.

The Yutes High Grade

The Yutes have been making quite the name for themselves over the past two years. The brotherly duo, consisting of Chris and Santris, have been bubbling up off of the strength of their unique strain of dancehall-meets-trap. Born the dancehall legend, Mr. Lexx, they’re taking the sounds of Jamaica and adding their own twist to it.

The style-bending duo are kicking off the year on a high note. Seriously. And who better to assist than Curren$y? The Yutes connect with the NOLA MC for their latest single, “High Grade.” With the rush of reggae flowing through the production, The Yutes bring a dancehall flow with tinged of Atlanta’s trap sound while Curren$y sits back with ease, detailing his day-to-day stoner lifestyle effortlessly.

The Yutes – High Grade (ft. Curren$y)

Lyrics

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more

We came from nothin, came so far
Link up the plug on the herb farm
Tell him that I’m gonna need the greens
Cuz him know seh it keep the world calm
We use to use dream and watch the stars
Them know the yutes they know who we are
We came from nothin turn it to sumn put that on world star,
I cannot leave all my people they know that I’m with them foreal
Ain’t none of these niggas my equal if you’r not grinding foreal yeah
Cuz I’m high like a space ship
Go where ever it’s takes me
My heart never racing (yea aye)
Suh tell dem fi free it
Tell dem nuh cease it
The people dem need it (yea aye)
The feeling amazing it takes me some places (yea yea yea yea yeaaaa)

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more

So much it’s all in a U-Haul truck
Gotta have strong arms to roll up (roll up)
20 joints a day ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
We finna roll us a hundred bruh (a hundred bruh)
Andretti OG all I puff
Don’t pass me none of that other stuff
Although maybe once or twice a day
Might burn on that London pound cake
The homie Berner came through and he blazed the place
I got some in my suitcase (suitcase)
I got a mill cause I signed my name (signed my name)
Rap game, dope game, all the same (all the same)
Them niggas you with is all kind of lame (all kind of lame)
Beauty chains they should be ashamed
Outside smoking on my own strain
My nigga you got to own thangs
Studying high, got high grades
High prices I paid for the nicer thangs
High rise up there with the planes
Sleep in the cloud though it’s loud
We don’t hear a thang
When them broke boys complain (complain)
Got chrome and candy paint
Art show on the interstate (yeah)

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more

Guh fi the grabba that we need a lotta
Fi touch the street but mi can’t even botha (botha)
Can’t even sleep, if it nuh propa (propa)
Givenchy jeans, with the bank robba (robba)
Up in that thot got her calling me poppa
I just got a whip just for chasing the gwala
N this shit I’m smoking on worth every dollar
is like every plane, come with a saga (saga ya)
Cuz it be a movie nigga (nigga)
Clouds coming out of the room (room)
so high up I got me a seat on the moon nigga
Tell em legalize it soon
that’s word to the government straight from the yutes nigga
Riding around with the blue cheese
One call I pull up if you need
I do not fuck with no goofy
I got some rock round my neck for real (forreal)
Remember when I smoke the blue dream
French inhaling I felt the chills (felt the chills)
Smoking before I could pay the bills (bills)
n that ain’t gon change like stainless steel (still)
We in the truck getting faded still
don’t blow my high when we came to chill

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more