Wiz Khalifa — Flickin’ Ashes

[Intro] Yeah Swisher Sweets, no Phillies Yeah [Verse: Wiz Khalifa] Me I'm riding clean, smoking good, can barely keep my eyes open Listening to my favorite song, leaning in my ride chokin' Tell my dog to hit this weed, feel like I'm finna pass out Thought I had exclusive trees, until he pulled his bag out Had bout a half ounce, some shit I've never seen in life Said that once he grabbed it, smelled so bad he had to bag it twice I told him roll that shit up, this weed I had to light These clowns somewhere in the clouds, me I'm a satellite I roll them very nice, with smoke coming out the end like a muffler Got game from the Hustla, never said I'm gon' quit I can't get enough of good weed in my lungs, plus I'm sharin' I ain't cuffin' My eyes wide shut, I'm just staring saying nothing I flick ashes, got big staus, so I don't need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch Yeah I blow it by the zip, anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip Ask my Nini, love her grandson but she know that I'm a trip Got my habit from Ms. Peachy smoking roaches getting lit Now I fill my blunts with so much weed they say "that all ain't gon' fit" On some highly grown shit, with a Hollywood bitch Got the sweetest purple kush in a precisely rolled spliff High as John in Pulp Fic' on the way to see Marcellus Girl I'm in another world, and Chevy got another twirl For those who don't know he got that roll game And I ain't gon' lie, he the reason why I got my roll game I feel like I'm soul plane, I smoked the whole thang, pound or oz Kush fiend, purple master OG (Yea that's a little bit of kush talk for y'all niggas who might not comprehend) And every nigga that grow weed should know me My leather so soft, my Swisher so sweet bitch [Outro: Talking] Ya, this Young Khalifa man Mr. blow it by the iddo, yup And I've been state to state man, from here to there Smoke the best of the best, you know? So don't come runnin' up on me talkin' bout your good ass weed my nigga I don't give a fuck I got some good shit right here, yea What up Chevy All my niggas that smoke good you know who you are Bobay the Hustler, what up Po Ron, Yak, Chueno (?) the Kid, Lavish, cabbage What up Blaze, Reese Murray, you know I gotta say Og Houser, KU, Wako, What up All my niggas that blow it down man We be in every state man, heavy wit' it Even all my niggas that can't smoke What up Stevie, What up Lyte Imma twist 3 up for you, yea We get dumb stupid ass high over here man Y'all niggas smokin garbage I'm rollin' me a whole week's worth in one blunt, you know? And that's just to get a little high I'm smokin' all day, I been, uh I was is in Portland, Oregon right And I buy big zips of this shit, you know what I'm sayin' Like, i don't be coppin' little, low, or none of that And this bag of weed was purple, like, real purple kush Grapes Shoutout to all my niggas in The Bay that know about them grapes We're smokin' grapes out there, and it was great I'll be in Cali OG Kush, Master Kush Purple Kush, Mega Kush Super Silver These sound like comic book names, man Shit ya'll niggas can't get y'all hands on I be higher than a bitch I be focused though, you know Lot of ya'll niggas would go broke tryin to do this shit Ay Chevy, roll another one up man Chevy got that roll game ya'll niggas don't even know about Kick your whole chest back, like uh, uh, a monkey punch, yea