Curren$y - Weed Nap lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa:] It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure Take your b**h and undress her Go 'head and k** yourself f** n***as, they'll be one less More weed, less stress Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats. Separate the bookies from vets Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies Shout to Mr. Fabs The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high The same jealous n***as will be jealous Clip they wings, smash their propellers Can't add to it, can't take from us She at my spot fixing plates That's why I f**s with her I got a crib in every state Tommy Buns living n***a get cake f** is wrong with your posture little n***a? sit straight No other choice, but to keep it real These n***as soo fake You can still smear the paint, ew [Sayitaintone:] I got your b**h on my arm Got the team on my back Got the world on my lap Got that P on my hat n***as sleeping on me and I like it like that I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped Still the same n***a sh** ain't changed still wake and bake Still got your b**h with us Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer Paint no limit to this sh** like P. Miller [Curren$y:] Mission never changed, stay all after the same Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings Since he swang through things ain't been the same Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried That sh** too stepped on n***a, to get the people high It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash Baby girl doing soul train lines Never hate it, though I flow out my mind Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried Out his head, dis a 100 times s**as still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace Smoke another P, k** some more beats [Sayitaintone:] I got your b**h on my arm Got the team on my back Got the world on my lap Got that P on my hat n***as sleeping on me and I like it like that I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped Still the same n***a sh** ain't changed still wake and bake Still got your b**h with us Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer Paint no limit to this sh** like P. Miller