let'r

wiz khalifa

fresh outta that

back to the trap

808

y'll really want some more nigga?

hey

i fuck her once

forget her

i pull up in them setup

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

all that kush

whole lotta cars

whole lotta hoes

whole lotta cash

whole lotta planes

whole lotta spice

whole lotta rooms

whole lotta pot

and it ain't gonna stop

my niggas got

my niggas got

my niggas came

my niggas came

your niggas ain't

your niggas ain't

that's why your bitch want

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 instragram taking pictures

tryna make the best of the moment

parents don't know when your boss might kill ya

many 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 bed in they 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

woah

aw man

shit

ey! 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

hahahahaha

oh my god

hahahahaha