[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Fuckin' put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and shit, uh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & Tyler, The Creator]
Just took ten shots and I ain't pass out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
These niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up
In my condo smoking out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the weed spot
True pothead so I need pot
[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Wiz Khalifa]
Go, I'm so fuckin loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches
Tell em
Go, faded and I'm floatin
I hope your lungs is open
All the bitches, tell em, go
Now I been around the world before
But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this weed before
But I never thought it'd feel this way
And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"
Fuckin' put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and shit, uh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & Tyler, The Creator]
Just took ten shots and I ain't pass out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
These niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up
In my condo smoking out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the weed spot
True pothead so I need pot
[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Wiz Khalifa]
Go, I'm so fuckin loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches
Tell em
Go, faded and I'm floatin
I hope your lungs is open
All the bitches, tell em, go
Now I been around the world before
But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this weed before
But I never thought it'd feel this way
And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"
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