Wiz Khalifa Son
And they know I got that
Pull up with that good bag
Pull up wit dat boom bow
That shit that blow yo
Like Thursday, throw it back
Cus Cloudyman back on the map
Hit a doink, now a nigga smacked
Level up, hit a dab
Cuz nigga fuckin' wit da wax
Show love to lungs
Fuck a backwood, hit em back
Where Mary at I want her to come and fuck my lungs
Cause I been going numb like I'm smoking with Rihanna
And them bitches stuck
When they hit that indica
I be going up like I'm Wiz Khalifa son
Now let that gas tickle that tongue
When it's icey in the bong
We gone hit it like hit Gong
And we make love to all our nugs
They say boy u smoke too much
You're like Wiz Khalifa Son
And they know I got that
Pull up with that good bag
Pull up wit dat boom bow
That shit that blow yo back up
Gassin no Sebastian
Niggas mad when I don't pass that
Yo plug sell that regular all my guys got good gas
We got that good grass
We got that good shrub
Lifestyle that just my lifestyle
I smoke before I eat lunch
Matching, we always matching
We in the sky club
Hell naw don't do no strangers
You cannot hit my joint!
He'll to da nawl
Where Mary at I want her to come and fuck my lungs
Cause I been going numb like I'm smoking with Rihanna
And them bitches stuck
When they hit that Indica
I be going up like I'm Wiz Khalifa son
Now let that gas tickle that tongue
When it's icey in the bong
We gone hit it like hit Gong
And we make love to all our nugs
They say boy u smoke too much
You're like Wiz Khalifa
Pull up with that good bag
Pull up wit dat boom bow
That shit that blow yo
Like Thursday, throw it back
Cus Cloudyman back on the map
Hit a doink, now a nigga smacked
Level up, hit a dab
Cuz nigga fuckin' wit da wax
Show love to lungs
Fuck a backwood, hit em back
Where Mary at I want her to come and fuck my lungs
Cause I been going numb like I'm smoking with Rihanna
And them bitches stuck
When they hit that indica
I be going up like I'm Wiz Khalifa son
Now let that gas tickle that tongue
When it's icey in the bong
We gone hit it like hit Gong
And we make love to all our nugs
They say boy u smoke too much
You're like Wiz Khalifa Son
And they know I got that
Pull up with that good bag
Pull up wit dat boom bow
That shit that blow yo back up
Gassin no Sebastian
Niggas mad when I don't pass that
Yo plug sell that regular all my guys got good gas
We got that good grass
We got that good shrub
Lifestyle that just my lifestyle
I smoke before I eat lunch
Matching, we always matching
We in the sky club
Hell naw don't do no strangers
You cannot hit my joint!
He'll to da nawl
Where Mary at I want her to come and fuck my lungs
Cause I been going numb like I'm smoking with Rihanna
And them bitches stuck
When they hit that Indica
I be going up like I'm Wiz Khalifa son
Now let that gas tickle that tongue
When it's icey in the bong
We gone hit it like hit Gong
And we make love to all our nugs
They say boy u smoke too much
You're like Wiz Khalifa
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Writer(s): Michael Holmes
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