MafiaEvel KnievelHahSouthside on the track, 1: Gucci a

gangGang, gang, it to me, I'll have you

got 1: Wiz rolling 'em fat, don't

SoulYeahIt's all about a dollar manDon't let nobody else tell

it’s real shitLet me roll this weed up and wrap

1: Wiz like me be smokin' while I'm drivin'Gettin'

Chevy red cups, gin in it with mad iceSmoking

haters shake em off meThem haters shake em off meThem

Chevy here to the go downGo down, know nowWhat!

I'm sorry Wiz..(laughs)It's Pilot Posse Who Gon' Stop Me

1: Wiz I walk in, they all treat me

on the beat)Yeah, yeahYou own me now, I'm all

bitch all on my phone cause she know you lameAll

talkin', more in the bankBomb weed rolled now I'm

IntroLate night, leave the crib, just for thatUh, I roll me

Ron, do that shit)(Beat that motherfucker up, I'm in

The na-na, The you like the way

DJ Haze, Mac Miller, Johnny Juliano & Wiz is

are menacing our society)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah,

Wiz talking downBut see me I'm the same n***aLeave