[Intro]
*lighter flicking*
Ten steps ahead of these niggas... fool
That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas
Yeah!
Ahahaha yeah
This beat go perfect with my belt
Hahaha
They match my Damier luggage too
Joints rolled up
That's Louis Vuitton
Uhh
Bad bitches & cold drinks
"Cav?" you know what it is man
Taylor gang
Uh

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
No joint roaches in my car
Play the game smart
We gone get this cheese
Don't give police a reason to fuck us off
I done seen the ups
Not a stranger to the downs
But for now we smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitches with foreign names
My homie hit me on a text
He ain't want nothin' just to tell me that I got next
And keep it G
I'm in your town frequently
Got the bottle, bring the trees
Watch some movies hit this weed
Yea a nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly pardon the high nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remained a G
Clicquot slow and sour D's smoke
She leave the room, you smell it on her fingers bro
Askin' silly questions, bout where you been
Saying you look different
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in a minute
Took ownership of the air
I'm fly, You niggas just trying to visit
Yea... Yea bitch
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