Wiz Khalifa - Get That Zip Off lyrics

Uh, what is you saying? My money insane I’m fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plane Girl why is you playing? Let’s stick to the plan That weed is so good that it stick to my hand It come from the land, I know I’m the man Bought a few packs so they throw a few in I don’t understand, I know what you been I smoke ‘til it’s gone and grow it again (Huh?) It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly I got hundred pounds of weed, talked to shawty, what ya need? Kush be so strong get it once it’s hard to breathe Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave Blowing up a n***a phone, what I tell your a**? Talking about that pack I ain’t tryna sell your a** (God damn) Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist Sipping on that Kris, definitely going to jail if I take a piss It ain’t nothin’ to get that tip off Arm out the window, it ain’t nothin’ to get that clip off It ain't nothing to knock your clique off Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to s** my dick off (God Damn) [Hook:] It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off 28 grams in a zip lock It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off Got one rolled up, you should roll one too Let’s get f**ed up, girl you know how we do What time? What place? Drink gin no chase First time all out, next time call us Don’t hit the bong, get the smoke is bad Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash It ain't in my lungs if it ain’t that pressure First thing in the morning grab my joint from out the dresser Keep my OG in a jar ‘cause I like it fresh Said he hit the weed, he ain’t ready yet Straight up flexin’ on these children like I’m WIllie Nelson No discussion, come to d** I got a big selection [Hook] [Laughing] 28 grams n***a The f** you wanna do n***a? I’m coning the joint while we talk right now n***a f** wrong with you? A zip at a time b**h, put that lil’ a** sh** away f** wrong with you n***as man We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang I’ll be in motherf**in’ Denver on 4/20 n***a Weed’s legal there, so that’s sweet Y’ll n***as smoke like two joints a day And you talkin’ bout you gettin’ high motherf**er That’s cool, we gon’ continue to get dumb high We ain’t abusing it, we using it