While Driving Berner & B-Real (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Berner]
(Sap is on the beat)
Hey, yeah, who is your king, bitch?
I can do anything, yeah

[Verse 1: Berner]
I ain't the type to lose, roll the rise vibe, papers nice and loose
Fuck a pint of juice, this bag fresh, tasting like a fruit
The ice is blue, yeah I'm in my bag, she in the private room
Selling that, man the dream, so I can buy a Coope
Killer looking scary dog, not the type to shoot
My man will make your family have to buy a suit
Another alli-oop, bullet proof the Benz truck
Be careful on the phones, I ain't doing ten plus
God forgive me, yeah the bag had me blind
Have me turning out bitches, long nights, neon signs
I was thumbing through a check, when I seen him in the blinds
Grab my 9, shot him 3 times, I heard his homie crying, yeah
Fuck a PJ, I'm hopping off a southwest
Watch the money stretch, I'm balling in the midwest
Fresh bets, yeah stacks full of dirty dubs (Dirty dubs)
Blue gloves bury 2 million in a month (Yeah)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & B-Real]
Smoking while driving
When I pull up I look the highest
Plus I’m the flyest, need a crown, call me your highness
Pull up behind us, bad bitch, think she the dimest
Switch up the climate, at the top, we through with climbing
Do what I say like Simon, fans bringing pictures, I sign them
Pull up, she get excited, one of the vividest riders
Giving Kush to suppliers, we got the game on lock like pliers
Smoking out that fire, (Don't you fucking waste it)