Look nigga I´m the rawest, the mu´fuckin´ animal Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew) On the grind, you pussy nigga´s hate Bitch I´m out in different states, politic´n, and gettin cake Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dollar signs Run with them niggas holdin Glocks like it´s columbine (pop, pop, pop) I´m a star, ain´t a choice so I gotta shine Far as Pittsburgh, I´m the voice so I gotta rhyme Grind all the time ever since the first day Now I´m gettin cake like everyday became my birthday Something like an earthquake, the way this shit drop I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You ain´t know ho you sit at home and just watch Less then haters, stone cold spectators Same lame´s turn out to be investigators No where near comfortable need extra paper
[Wiz Khalifa] Got the city on smash, the streets on lock A hundred real niggas with their heats on cock Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk
[Wiz Khalifa] Got the city on smash, the streets on lock A hundred real niggas with their heats on cock Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk
[Wiz Khalifa] Ay, ay The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them If he trick the team, buck 45´s on him When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him You scrubs show them groupies love, I just style on them Seen me and my guys, blow a couple thou´ on em But don´t trip I´m with a clique that´s know to wild stump ya Fuck around dump ya You ain´t heard, we in the Burgh Nigga´s put they gun down, fuck around, jump ya Leave ya slump with ya block knocked off I be ridin, something classic with the top dropped off
Roll the weed in the Rillo I made it out of nothing, around them thieves and offenders Ride with keys in they fenders Now we all big spenders You could ask about them they don´t know it´s me Cuz you smell dro, blow about a elbow This shit is fun for me, I been eatin You niggas dumb hungry, I dear one of you to come for me
[Wiz Khalifa] Got the city on smash, the streets on lock A hundred real niggas with their heats on cock Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk