Lyrics Heavy Hitters - Wiz Khalifa

Ride around no shirt on, your bitch get lurked on
Her ass look perfect, bend it over now work it
Throw it in a circle, I ain't tryna hurt you
My kush color is purple, tatted up the whole surface
Chains on I'm swervin', top spot I earned it
Hurtin' niggas on purpose
My bitches come with papers in their purses

I got a pound of weed for sale
I use my hand, don't need a scale
Sellin' them all, there ain't none left
Don't call my phone I'm on, you can see the progression

Got B's, got zones
No Z's, I'm always on my job
Low-key, got sauce
Come see the boss

Them trees, we cross, they distributin' overseas, get me involved
I gotta get it for me and my dogs
Naw, I ain't leavin' them off
Diamonds doin' the wave in my charm

Everywhere we go, I got one already rolled
Everywhere we go, I know somebody that owes us
Everywhere we go, they be askin' where the smoke
And I pull out the bag, I guess I'ma have to show 'em

Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)

Top spot got that shit, real life pothead shit
Smoked out all the events, long joints all getting tense
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, too much smoke in your lungs
They don't be smoking like this where you from
Pass you another, you look at me dumb
You know that this gas for real
You know they just passed a bill

That's letting me smoke wherever I want
Don't tell me that it's an illegal substance
I'ma put you to the test
I came with a bunch I'ma leave with nothing
When I smoke, I'm out peace, it's custom
Better holdin' that smoke

I'm tryna get high and rollin' these trees for nothin'
I'ma open my window and drop the top, don't care if police is comin'
When I see a bitch, she rollin' with me, you know it's a easy bucket
I'm rollin' that weed, she love it
Glass tip, you don't see the crutches
Fast whip, you don't see the buttons

Bad bitch, she gon' leave her husband
Sad nigga, don't ask no questions
My swag different, my cash bigger I'm on a different level
Might get here if I let you
Might forget that I met you
'Cause you ain't special
Got Kush, it's medical

Everywhere we go, I got one already rolled
Everywhere we go, I know somebody that owes us
Everywhere we go, they be askin' where the smoke
And I pull out the bag, I guess I'ma have to show 'em

Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)

Shout out my young homie, I.D