Flickin' Ashes

作曲 : Cameron Thomaz

[ 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, *****

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 *****

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 *****

[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 ****

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 *****

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