[Intro: Absolutely, absolutely what I did for the last days Yeah, Soul! 1: Ab-Soul] Smoke a half in a half an hour Runnin' late for a flight Gettin' stranded outside my for hours No rollie on but great timing down (rolled up) Got some (rolled up) Got pussy, rolled up Got some more pussy, "that's enough" I rest, baby Plus you I'm off this Xanie I twice and you came twice but you live here, maybe You get it, or you Anyways, like a plastic surgeon I poke her, why not call her Royal flush, I did on purpose out, woke up and guess what I did? (rolled up) I hit DZA, he showed up, he hit Wiz and we pulled up And guess what we (rolled up) Then guess We poured up And guess we did? (guess what we did) And guess we did? (guess what we did) We did
[Hook: Wiz And we just a bunch a we're allowed to have fun we go we go And they should've never us money never gave us money (x4) No, they should've never gave us No
2: Wiz Khalifa] Super dabbage, proof you up in it like "poof", Aladdin Puttin' on that uber cab shit My roof collapsin', wake up in the mornin' tell you what We stoned, you took a dab and it was "ehh" My bedroom and got Next day I'm in the state I'm in the best I got steak, shrimp and eggs on my plate In the I'm up high, smokin' wax I'm up high Gang, we up high Her legs up in the sky She the rest of her girls, she came to have a good time She came up in this bitch She left up out bitch bi She hit the wax once She left up out this fried Bitch almost dropped the She a rookie so I let her Rollin' up smokin' the so much I don't know the amount Blow so much smoke out my mouth, I'm 'em stuck on the couch that kush 'til I'm faded, you niggas be kidding and playing My they stay rollin' up, they gettin' as high as this fade is
[Verse 3: DZA] [?] count ones first Dab so my lungs hurt so crazy, knocked me out my seat Back to rollin' up World-renowned with the Kick it like a Nigga me gotta get that cheese, mozzarella, muenster Stackin' all my green up, four up in a Got me wavy I be sleepin' like a baby better than head on a wake up tip I'm lyin', but it's close to it Ain't nothin' than it, wylin' Four dollar lunch came through [?] Look so good, had to fuck her from the front, I front She to party, I like to party I the [?], she roll the Marley's
DZA [Verse 4: J.R. Uhh, side to the Head band in the freezer, keep eye home-seekin' [?], swaked out your bitch on the road [?] now I'm walkin' on the Really on tour with some new skateboards Feelin' like I haven't sold in a minute I can never get bored how I'm Knew a hatin'-ass nigga wouldn't it Couple cars, gotta this business And the texts wanna on my women Make that pack still flippin' You a young nigga in it I ain't even gotta on shit, back seat with the window tint Open doors like a limo, Presidential shit, so the irrelevant Thinkin' bout my or medicine Take time, can't rush that nigga gonna brush that shit, off Tour bus full of sluts, it Lotta mud, double cup, it up 'til you stuck, that's it Niggas hate, fuck that shit