[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, we get gone in the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Riding sitting low in the seat
Just tell me if you're ready to roll
Oh
[Verse 1: B-Real]
You wanna book the Doctor
But you can't afford me
But if you got the paper call, [hurry?]
I'll prescribe you medication
You'll be vibing like it's meditation
Feeling wasted , don't make me have this shatter
[?] around a white girl, put it in like it don't matter
We keep rollin' it fatter and fatter
She hit it harder like a monster and I don't mind her
Came to the finish, we're winning
Just listen
We're twistin' the fire and higher we're getting
Light up, inspired and flippin' and sippin'
And find this sh**, wired and trippin'
We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you b**hes
Come on face it off the paper that was chasin'
Seems outrageous but the grine is contagious
And I got pages and pages of game
And I'm watching all of you f**in' haters go through your stages
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
[Verse 2: Berner]
Brown bags full of new blue hundreds
My old b**h hates, damn my new b**h love me
Windows down, fresh air feel lovely
Smoke Wax, looks like honey
Makes your head feel funny (baller sh**)
We spend this money like it never runs out
You broke, it makes me sick
Put this gun in your mouth
I had a plug in the south
Had me reachin' two thou, used to sh**
Now trucks, take trips in the drought
Gone in the breeze, ocean view for a week
I piss pink champagne on a tropical beach
Sittin' low, in my old school, turn up the beat
Light weed, pull a hand full out of the P
Turkey bag boys, you ain't got it like this
5 gran hash play, burns slow as a b**h
We burn big everywhere we go
Top show, no blow
KK, floatin' out of my nose
Let's roll
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]