Young Deji & Wiz you know we ain't dry

business, manWake up to the businessYou handle yours, I'll handle

Wiz paper planes, this gon' be a long nightBad

Wiz jetsMore money than these lames getMore weed on

Wiz Khalifa & ain't apologizing for shit (Yeah yeah

Wiz you rollin' up but you don't feel nothin'?That's

Wiz trippy n***as(La música de Harry Fraud)Hippie n***asUhN***a, my

Wiz bought a whole O to smokeI’m riding highMy

old school shitWhen uhh, you be at the lunch tableThis

haters shake em off meThem haters shake em off meThem

Okey I make a hit and am gone playaI make a

Quad, this shit when the sun goes down,

Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other stateValet bringing

BFB Da made this one)How do you do? Lunch

1: grams, ice cold, dawg shit, I don't

DJ Green Lantern & be clear, this is an

ain’t hard to tell I got moneyYou can see

ooh, ooh, oohAh, ahOoh, ooh, ooh, oohAh, gotta

it recording?Somebody grab me a lighterDesert swagYou think anything you

1: Wiz damnI became the manN****s try to copy