Songteksten

[Verse 1]
What is you saying? My money insane
I'm fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plant
Girl, why is your playing? Let's stick to the plan
That weed is so good that it stick to my hand
It come from the land, I know I'm the man
Bought a few packs, so they throw a few in
I don't understand, I know what you payin'
I smoke till it's gone and grow it again, huh?
[Verse 2]
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
[Verse 3]
I was smoking trees at the party, acting gnarly
I got hunnid pounds of weed, talk to shawty, what you need?
Kush be so strong, hit it once, it's hard to breathe
Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave
Blowing up a **** phone, what I tell your ass?
Talking about that pack, I ain't tryna sell your ass
God damn, Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist
Sipping on that Cris', definitely going to jail if I take a piss
It ain't nothin' to get that tip off
Arm out the window, it ain't nothin' to get that clip off
It ain't nothin' to knock your clique off
Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to suck my dick off, God damn
[Verse 4]
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
Oh shit, hey
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
God, whoa, huh?
28 grams in a Ziploc
Huh, huh, huh, yup
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
[Verse 5]
Got one rolled up, you should roll one too
Let's get fucked up, girl, you know how we do
What time? What place? Drink gin, no chase
First time all out, next time call us
[Verse 6]
Don't hit the bong, get the smoke is bad
Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash
It ain't in my lungs if it ain't that pressure
First thing in the morning grab my joint from off the dresser
Keep my OG in a jar 'cause I like it fresh
Said he'd hit the weed, he ain't ready yet
Steady flexin' on these children like I'm Willie Nelson
No discretion, come to drugs, I got a big selection
[Verse 7]
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
Hey
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
Whoa
28 grams in a Ziploc
Yup
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
[Verse 8]
28 grams, ****
The fuck you wanna do, ****?
I'm coming in the joint while we talk right now, ****
Fuck wrong with you?
A zip at a time, bitch, put that lil' ass shit away
Fuck wrong with you ****, man?
We blow big over here, man, Taylor Gang
I'll be in motherfuckin' Denver on 4/20, ****
And weed's legal there, so that's sweet
Y'all **** smoke like two joints a day
And you talkin' about you gettin' high, motherfucker
That's cool
We gon' continue to get dumb high
We ain't abusing it, we using it
Written by: Wiz Khalifa
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