It's about time right?
Where's the 'dro?
Drama Wiz
Count 'em up bitch
28 Grams
You know I stay high
I pull up in my ride
Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes
Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds
Just did a show but don't know the amount
Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out
You niggas so broke, you so homie the Clown
There she go over there
Other hoes don't compare
Throw them 1's in the air
Throw them 1's in the air
Kk with hash, a nigga with cash
I'm taking the money, smack it on her ass
She give me good brain, she ahead of her class
I came in her first but I'm leavin' her last
Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'
Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'
Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'
Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
I roll one, I roll two
One for me, one for you
When we high, ain't no tellin' what we do
No where to go, so much to blow
Keepin' it private so nobody know
Doing your thing when you slide down the pole
Give you a drink, you get out of control
On your line cause you're nothin' like the rest of 'em
Oh, you know you're fucking with the best of 'em
Shots of that gin, her and a friend
We leave the club then I'm goin' in
Soon as I'm done, we do it again
Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'
Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'
Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'
Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
See, many of ya'll have been ridin' with us
Smokin' with us and gettin' money with us for a while
Welcome back
All hail Trap Wiz
Boy Drama
Pittsburgh, what's up?
Something's life and life is living!
Fucking awesome, yeah!
Hehehe, 28 grams
For ya'll that don't know what 28 grams is
It's an ounce of weed, preferably
Is it recording?
Love is life, and life is living
Fuckin' awesome, yeah!
I smoked the whole damn pound
I'm 'a need another one, 'nother one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O.D. on THC
Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in the week
Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker
Smoke it to the face
Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way
Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day
So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
We mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
Now, every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state gotta show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you hate, I'm knowin
Niggas got too much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when I'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' up bats
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch
What he say, every dog need a cat
Potheads need a joint to relax
G pen full of wax
10 Rolled cone joints, really fast
No sticks no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front, y'all b's in the back
Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Little bitch, we mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbing, we mobbing, shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbing
Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
Fresh outta that
Back to the trap
808 Mafia
808
Metro Boomin want some more nigga?
Hey, I fuck her once, forget her
I pull up and upset em
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Uh, Whole lotta Kush, whole lotta cars
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spots
Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot
And it ain't gonna stop
My niggas got (all in)
My niggas got (all in)
My niggas came (up in here)
My niggas came (up in here)
Your niggas ain't (ballin')
Your niggas ain't (ballin')
That's why your bitch want
(A real nigga to call in)
Hey, I fuck her once, forget her
I pull up and upset em
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind
Tryna find out where I'm going
Your girl's figured out what I'm driving
You're out on the town and your nigga don't know
Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low
You ain't on Instagram taking pictures
Tryna make the best of the moment
Parents don't know and your boss might kill ya
Man these hoes so familiar
One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha
Like the ho from the Clippers
Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers
I got all this
I got a crib with a court in the back, motherfucker I'm ballin'
Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then
As I called it
(Your bitch want me, whoa
Aw man, shit, aye! 28 grams nigga)
And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit
Shit I got on, it ain't from the store
Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's
Young Khalifa man, all on the walls
Hey, I fuck her once, forget her
I pull up and upset em
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Hahahahaha
Oh my god
Hahahahaha
It's very clear
Ribbit
In it
Get it
James Bong I'm on a mission
Bruce Lee the way I kick it
Tiger Woods the way I hit it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Ah, you niggas finished
Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up
I'm in the kitchen
I make it flip, I make it flip
Just like a gymnast
I mix it up, I mix it up
Just like a chemist
You niggas know that I'm the realest
I'm with my squad and we the illest
I'm going hard, I'm 'bout my business
That bitch she on it, yeah she gifted
I'm in her mouth like I'm a dentist
I swear to god I be going hard
You would think part of my job is driving foreign cars
I'll be in it till I win it
Y'all could start it, I'mma finish
James Bong I'm on a mission
Bruce Lee the way I kick it
Tiger Woods the way I hit it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Ah, you niggas finished
Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bet the money make her backflip
Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet
Keep saying that she gotta man
I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"
Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Ho... what iss hittin' for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Walked up in this bitch like "Woow"
They like "goddamn", "kid stacking up bands"
Cheese like an old man
You rolling round with a broke man
Quit rolling with them broke niggas
Start riding round with a rich nigga
Start riding round with a nigga that's rich
Lifestyle of my niggas that's rich
Got a Rolex on my wrist
I ride for my niggas that's it
Woo... you rolling round round me
I ain't playin', na lil nigga I ain't playin'
I got niggas in my clique
And they down for anythang
They gon' bang, they gon' bang
They gon' let that choppa rang
Fuck what you saying, I ride for my gang
That's all that I am, the world in my hand
Yeah, yeah, damn
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bet the money make her backflip
Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet
Keep saying that she gotta man
I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"
Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Ho... what iss hittin' for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
If you're smoking on it don't forget to pass man
This that Kush we call it California Grass man
If I'm smoking on it, don't got sticks or seeds man
Get so high, I get so high you won't believe man
I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man
And this don't come from the store it's from the weedman
Roll it up don't give a fuck about police man
Burn a pound look like we're gonna need a fireman
Thought I had a problem, went to see the preacher man
Said "Ain't nothing wrong you been smoking gas man"
Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man
He said "Next time you come to school high be the last man"
I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man
All these plants you would think I was a farmer man
Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man
Even though it's against the rules, let me smoke man
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
Give a fuck 'bout what you heard I'm from the 'Burgh man
I be smoking hella grass like I'm Bob man
I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man
I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man
I be smoking even though you think it's wrong man
I be hoping that my locks is getting long man
Even went really hard with the wax man
Fuck it , every now and then I take a dab man
I ain't there 'less they let Khalifa roll man
If you can't roll a joint then use a cone man
Smoke so much you would think I was an island man
Told them "Don't need to knock it 'til you try it man"
Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man
On the boat I get high like a pilot man
Learn the rules, check the pack, 'fore you buy it man
Roll it up, light it up, that's that fire man
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
Uh, what is you saying? My money insane
I'm fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plant
Girl why is you playing? Let's stick to the plan
That weed is so good that it stick to my hand
It come from the land, I know I'm the man
Bought a few packs so they throw a few in
I don't understand, I know what you payin'
I smoke 'til it's gone and grow it again (Huh?)
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly
I got hundred pounds of weed, talkin' shawty, what ya need?
Kush be so strong, hit it once it's hard to breathe
Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave
Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell your ass?
Talking about that pack I ain't tryna sell your ass
(God damn) Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist
Sipping on that Cris, definitely going to jail if I take a piss
It ain't nothin' to get that tip off
Arm out the window, it ain't nothin' to get that clip off
It ain't nothing to knock your clique off
Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to suck my dick off (God Damn)
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
28 grams in a Ziploc
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
Got one rolled up, you should roll one too
Let's get fucked up, girl you know how we do
What time? What place? Drink gin, no chase
First time all out, next time call us
Don't hit the bong, get the smoke is bad
Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash
It ain't in my lungs if it ain't that pressure
First thing in the morning grab my joint from out the dresser
Keep my OG in a jar 'cause I like it fresh
Said he hit the weed, he ain't ready yet
Steady flexin' on these children like I'm Willie Nelson
No discretion, come to drugs, I got a big selection
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
28 grams in a Ziploc
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
(Laughing) 28 grams nigga
The fuck you wanna do nigga?
I'm coning the joint while we talk right now nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
A zip at a time bitch, put that lil' ass shit away
Fuck wrong with you niggas man
We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang
I'll be in motherfuckin' Denver on 4/20 nigga
Weed's legal there, so that's sweet
Y'll niggas smoke like two joints a day
And you talkin' bout you gettin' high motherfucker
That's cool, we gon' continue to get dumb high
We ain't abusing it, we using it
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga
Porsche, Maserati, or a (what?)
Damn, brand new Ferrari or a... Lambo
Nigga got bread
Shooters like, "Don't get close to that new Testarossa."
That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur
I be sparkin' in that Aston-Martin
Gettin' head like it's nothin', push the button, park it
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga
Whipin', whippin'
I swear to God I be dippin', dippin'
In that new Murciélago, we ride foreign
Nelly Furtado hit the gas
Hear the tires screechin'
This ain't even my weekday car, this for the weekend
I got so many horses
All the hoes say that it's gorgeous
In the air, that's where my doors is
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga
Ooh, oh, and oh
Purps on the beat
No, no, no, no, no, no
Ooh, no, no
Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe
Do my stroke, for real
I'mma do it slow, like a puff-puff pass
Right
And when we smoke
Oh, we gotta use them incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
Oh, no, no, nooo
When I'm out with my niggas, when you're out with your bitches
...You don't text or call!
You the late night type, you would spend a little, too
Ride with me, spend time with me
Unwind with me, so I could read
And be on top of me
In front of me
Having fun with me
Girl, for none of me
And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense, babe
And when I stroke, you gonna remember my name when I'm in it
Go longer than them candles burn
You want it all? You get it all
Where my down-South girls? Where my Eastcoast girls?
Where my Westcoast girls? Where my Chi-town girls?
My Toronto girl
Oh, I know you with it
Out of France, they say that I'm the man
And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
Oh, no, no, nooo
When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby
When I stroke, you gone remember my name
I'ma go low, do it til them candles burn
Uhh, ooohh, uhhh
Time keep ticking
The ash from my joint keep flicking
Ball hog, go hard for a living
Still cheese eggs in my kitchen
Still even though we gettin' stoned we still stickin' to the mission
Still take a nigga bitch
Still put a nigga on his feet and make him rich if you fuck wit em
Destiny ain't no luck just a couple niggas with felonies that I grew up with
Aw shit's what they sayin'
The shit we smoke cut through everything that the owners spray
The money coming like every day
But never let this shit control me, fuck what the teacher told me!
Of course that weed I keep it on me
I paint pictures, don't forget to bring a brush for all my niggas
And niggas think they ill when they rap but I'm the sickest
Cus where I'm from its about who go the hardest not the quickest
Little nigga, big engine, big units, big business
Been doin' it, been spendin', me and you a big difference, yeah
Still ridin' in my whip with the old suspension
Grindin' hard like I ain't got the rent, I need every cent
Niggas plottin', niggas climbing
Niggas puttin' overtime in
And no matter where they go
They stay the same
No matter where they go
They stay the same
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Oh!
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga when you see him?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga when a real nigga right and you tryna leave him?
See him around in the club, see him buying out the bar, so the hoes tryna meet him
You can talk and make a nigga pay for it [?] you don't fuck the first night with me either
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga
She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas
Told him to me he a little nigga
He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't comin' from the right hood?
And why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't ballin' like his ass should?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga if you know the nigga money ain't good?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
I ain't fuckin' with the niggas
Nope, I ain't fuckin' with the niggas
I ain't fuckin' with the niggas
King of the dope? No!
Damn
Why you fuckin' with those niggas everyday when they ain't got no shit?
Why you fuckin' with them niggas?
I been 'em all, I can tell them niggas ain't lit long
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga
She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas
Told him to me he a little nigga
He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it
Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it
Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face
Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money
Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies
Rolling up 'cause that's all that I know
Joint in my hand when I walk through the door
I get money 'cause that's all that I know
My niggas on point, haters already know
I, I found out that it's all that I know
Tryna get high while I'm already stoned
Yeah, bomb weed and its all that I know
Feeling like a boss 'cause it's already rolled up
Go hard 'cause that's all that I know
Get a little money then I throw it on the floor
Girl, champagne I'mma pour a little more
We can smoke cones 'til four in the morning
I roll up, I told 'em roll up, if it ain't KK, fuck nigga hold up
A millionaire and it's all that I know
Probably with your girl getting blown
Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it
Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it
Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face
Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money
Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies
[Berner:]
Bring it back, bring it back
Gold ropes and new leather on my coat rack
Four stacks, these dudes hold no pack, throwback
Jerry Rice running gold hat, hold that, I ain't even roll that
Smoke fat on the corner where the blow at
OG from the city, where the SKO at?
Broke boys made they ain't got their ho back
Blow big I'm world-wide touring
I'm in SAC, I just dropped a pack off on foreign
New foreign, new foreign, blue cookies more champagne pouring
Gon' get it, gon' get it girl, got a bitch that will hit the road with it, cold business
Out of town it go up down, we celebrating when it touch down
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it
Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it
Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face
Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money
Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies
I roll 'em thicker than a Snicker
Girl drink this liquor
I got game from the bishop
Bust that thing down for Winston
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