Flute - Cardo, Sledgren & Wiz Khalifa

Smoke another bag, I got cash, I don't need to flash Hop up off the plane, foreign bitch want my autograph Brand new foreign ride, I just put the mo'fucker in the stash, yeah Hoppin' off the jet, more money to invest I love to have fun, business, never neglect Niggas know it's the gang, they never disrespect A quarter million dollars, I put that on my neck Wanna come at my ride? You better come correct My niggas down to slide, I put that on the set No fuckin' up the vibes Good kush in the air, my hand is on her thighs Get money e'rywhere, conduct myself like a player Niggas sayin' what I should do But I don't give a fuck, I don't care Talk it and be about it A pound of kush, you won't see me without it My weed is the loudest and I put that on gang (gang) Never tryna sober up (oh, oh) Pull up and they know it's us (oh, oh) That's how you know I be killin' it (yeah, yeah) That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch (oh, oh, oh) Teach 'em how to roll it up (oh, oh) 'Nother shot, pour it up (oh, ooh) She left you, now she feelin' it (yeah, yeah) Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it (yeah) Uh, I get my weed from a dude that look just like me Locs long, big crib for him and all of his seeds Rollin' trees in my car, spilled some nugs on my seat If you walk up in my closet, lotta J's for my feet Lotta chucks too Wanna kick it with a real nigga so she come through Her friend say she havin' fun too I don't blame her Let 'em get as wild as she want, I don't tame her You can smoke this J if you want, a lotta flavors Some good vibrations My backyard feel like vacation I put you on a first name basis Don't get tied up, no laces No lames over here, all gang shit Never tryna sober up (hahaha) Pull up and they know it's us (yeah, nigga) That's how you know I be killin' it (We gon' keep smokin', while y'all niggas drinkin') That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch Teach 'em how to roll it up (fuck wrong with y'all man? It's 2021) 'Nother shot, pour it up (get yo' paper up) She left you, now she feelin' it (hahaha, somebody) Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it (oh, oh) Gotta bottle comin', filled with McQueen (with McQueen) If I'm in the clubs then you know I'm V.I.P. (V.I.P.) Fuckin' up the couches, standin' on the seats (on the seats) Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything (everything)

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it